Old Guys Rule

A little grey hair, a little pot belly A little more gas, a little more smelly Joints that will creak every time that they bend A bladder that leaks in the night now and then A memory lapse, they’ll forget what they hear And little hair tuffs will grow out of their ear Their muscles will sag along with their jowls They’ll no longer look sleek when wrapped in their towels But their eyes will still twinkle, their smile never cease Their love for their ladies will somehow increase The women who love them will wipe off their drool Old age ain’t that bad, cause old guys – they still rule!