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.
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