My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out...
What used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout...
Time was when of its own accord, from my trousers it would spring
But now I have a full time job to find the blasted thing

It used to be embarrising the way it would behave 
For every single morning it would stand & watch me shave
As old age approaches it sure gives me the blues...
To see it hang its withered head & watch me shine my shoes.