Sex After Seventy

Oh, you can’t have sex after seventy Your children just wouldn’t approve And if your neighbours found out You’d probably have to move No, you can’t have sex after seventy You’ve got to be young and fit And every succeding generation All seem think they invented it. You just can’t have sex after seventy Though it’s not quite against the law You should be watching the tele Or maybe doing the odd jigsaw No, you can’t have sex after seventy If you get such an unnatural urge Drink some hot Epsom Salts And give your bowels a purge. You just can’t make love after seventy Just accept it with good grace No you can’t have sex after seventy And wipe that smirk off your face