Hey Saggy Man
Hey, saggy man.
You'll never enter her heart.
It is closed to old things.
It's an exit only for you.
She's given you one last mirage of your youth.
She thinks of you as a silly uncle, not a lover.
You'll never keep pace with her shine.
She has a rhinestone soul- leopard-printed mind.
She's looking for somebody that can keep pace.
Not somebody who's tucked away by nine.
Hey saggy man.
Time to wobble off into the sunset.
To the sounds of Glenn Miller.
You've had your spin with pretty young dark things.
Find something silver-headed, safe and sunny.
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