I Need a New Bod

I think I'm in need of new bod This one I've worn slap down to the bone Its thoughts and its deeds no longer suit me Now that I've gotten this old I think that it's served out its purpose Slowing down as it's nearing the end Not losing all hope yet letting most of it go As this body's no longer my friend It'd take too much time to iron out the wrinkles Best if they were all just replaced With new and improved fancy free and foot lose Feel free to start with the face From there we could go any direction Once down the front or twice round the back Putting this body out of its misery You can take that and chew on the fat If there's someone out there who could help me Blink twice or just give me a nod Not looking here for man of the year Just in need of a bit better bod