Are you wearing a condom?
At your age
you really have no hope
Sex at ninety-six
will be like
Trying to
shoot pool with a rope
Are you wearing a condom?
At your age
you really have no hope
Sex at ninety-six
will be like
Trying to
shoot pool with a rope
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the
affect you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
Without you
in it, my world
Is
monochrome
But your
love colors it
With every
conceivable tone
Well,
you’ve reached an age
So have a happy
birthday
So now really
spoil yourself
Think about global warming
When you
look at your cake
Lighting
all those candles
It's natural to become quieter as we age
It’s just another
old age sin
It’s not
easy to talk at the same time
As holding your stomach in
Bad news, Her Majesty isn't sending you
A telegram
this year, but don’t despair
There is
nothing to be concerned about
In the nineties we all loved to dance along to
Billy Ray
Cyrus and his “Achy Breaky Heart”
Now I’m
approaching my seventies I've got
Achy,
breaky everything and I’m falling apart