Why is it that as I get older
My brain cells are
dying
But my fat cells
Just keep on
multiplying
Why is it that as I get older
My brain cells are
dying
But my fat cells
Just keep on
multiplying
Now I’ve had my sight restored
Thanks to the surgeon’s
precision
I finally appreciate
the worth
Of TV in High
Definition
After spending so many
years
Watching TV in Monet
vision
Ladybird, ladybird fly away home,
Or soon our own species will be gone
Fly back across the
sea so blue
And take your extra
spots with you
The NHS has plans to save money
Which may leave the
institution blighted
Audiologists haven’t
heard a thing
And Ophthalmologists
think them short sighted
Plastic Surgeons are
being two faced
But Pathologists are
dead against change
Podiatrists think them
a step backwards
While Psychiatrists
think them deranged
You said you were not fussed-o
When I said I’m full
of lust-o
Oh, let me fondle at
your bust-o
Then we can go at it
with gusto
You said Well if you
really must-o
Come and exorcise your
lust-o
OMG your tits are huge
Firm and round
And gravity defying
Not resting on the
ground
OMG your tits are
astounding
So, pleasing to the
touch
A couple of beauties
To adoringly clutch
OMG bad for your
posture
Is that what they say?
Well, a little back
pain
In her silk nightdress
Each movement made the
surface
Ripple like fresh milk