Old men ain't got a clue,
Their nut'tin but a bag a
Air, they ramble on day
In and day out, bout what
They "think" they use to
Have, their memory is like
The fishermans
I was the strongest man on the
Face of the earth, I didn't
Have no puny six pack, I had
An eight, my pecks were fifty
Inches without being flexed,
I put Mr. Universe to shame
But I'm not a bragging man,
didn't want no fame
I was the most handsome man on
The planet, had two ladies hung
On each arm, no woman on earth
Could resist my charms, no man
Alive could hold me a candle,
I had more than fifty men could
Handle
I had five mirrors, in every room
Of my home, and I was a hunk in
Each and everyone, women would
Beg, plead and cry, to be seen
With me for a little while
Well I'm a humble man but I know
I've still got it, my lucky wife
Cries every time, my story I tell,
Must be she worries some
Young thing might catch my eye,
I'm still an Adonis at ninety
Five.
