Are you wearing Halloween drawers?
I would like a look at yours
I bet a pound to a penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at last
You are as I thought bare arsed
Of course it makes you look loose
Even if you have an excuse
Well yes it would be regarded as a treat
And not just down your street
Are you wearing Halloween spats?
Well I don’t like them much
But I have to admit that the spatter
Of blood is a very nice touch
I pretend to be someone I’m not
Just to receive something sweet
Which could be for Halloween
Or for a Valentine’s Day treat
You know you’re getting old
And youth has gone without a trace
When going bra-less
Pulls all the wrinkles out of your face
When a sexy young girl
Bends down to pick
Her car keys off the floor
You know that you are old
When your pacemaker
Opens the garage door
You know you’re getting old
So let the protests cease
When you’re cautioned to slow down
By the doctor instead of by the police
