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Your getting old and you've been told
your gait is not so sprightly,
your young within and yet your chin
is doubled and unsightly.
Your joints all creak and when you speak
your voice is prone to quiver,
you drink a lot, youv'e got a pot
and your troubled with your liver.
Your feet are flat, your legs are fat
your knees are turning out,
your thick dark hair's no longer there
and you have a touch of gout.
Your skins all dry and though you try
you cannot touch your toes,
you can't run far, you have catarrh
plus a slightly bulbous nose.
Your lips are chapped, your teeth are capped
deep furrows etch your brow,
youv'e gone to seed, ther'es little need
of social graces now.
Your postures strained through weight you've gained
your prowess is in question,
you eat a meal and all you feel
is chronic indigestion.
Your visions blurred, your speech is slurred
youv'e lost your vim and vigour,
the girls get boored, your manhoods floored,
along with your slim figure.
Youv'e a hacking cough, but we'll not scoff
cos at heart your really young,
one day my friend, my youth will end
and I'll be fifty one.
your gait is not so sprightly,
your young within and yet your chin
is doubled and unsightly.
Your joints all creak and when you speak
your voice is prone to quiver,
you drink a lot, youv'e got a pot
and your troubled with your liver.
Your feet are flat, your legs are fat
your knees are turning out,
your thick dark hair's no longer there
and you have a touch of gout.
Your skins all dry and though you try
you cannot touch your toes,
you can't run far, you have catarrh
plus a slightly bulbous nose.
Your lips are chapped, your teeth are capped
deep furrows etch your brow,
youv'e gone to seed, ther'es little need
of social graces now.
Your postures strained through weight you've gained
your prowess is in question,
you eat a meal and all you feel
is chronic indigestion.
Your visions blurred, your speech is slurred
youv'e lost your vim and vigour,
the girls get boored, your manhoods floored,
along with your slim figure.
Youv'e a hacking cough, but we'll not scoff
cos at heart your really young,
one day my friend, my youth will end
and I'll be fifty one.
Birthday greetings Bob.
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