The Three Ages of Man
THE THREE AGES OF MAN
At 14 he had to have a Toyota:
Cos every boy oughta.
At 34 he wanted a Volkswagen:
Really set his tail waggin’.
At 54 now his car of choice:
Is of course Rolls Royce.
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