My nookie days are over,
>> My pilot light is out,
>> What used to be my sex appeal,
>> Is now my water spout.
>>
>> Time was when, on its own accord,
>> From my trousers it would spring,
>> But now I've got a full-time job,
>> To find the blasted thing.
>>
>> It used to be embarrassing,
>> the way it would behave,
>> For every single morning,
>> it would stand and watch me shave.
>>
>> Now as old age approaches,
>> it sure gives me the blues,
>> To see it hang its little head,
>> And watch me tie my shoes!