Generation Gap

Oh you can't have sex after sixty She said with a bit of a blush You can't have sex after sixty It's meant for the young folk like us. So if I get that testosterone rush When we're lying together in bed We'd better not start making love But you take out your knitting instead And I'll get out my journal And pass a bit of the time Wrestling with the words To work up a bit of a rhyme, But if after half an hour The desire still hasn't abated Lets hug and cuddle and love Until appetites are fully sated. But we won't tell the young folk Just leave them feeling contented Like all younger generations they think they're The ones by which making love was invented.