Your spooning days are over. Your pilot light is out. What used to be your *** appeal is now your water spout.
You used to be embarrassed to make the thing behave. For every blooming morning, it would stand up and watch you shave.
Quiet, boys. I've got one more verse here. Hang on a minute.
But now you are growing old. It sure gives you the blues to see the thing hang down your leg and watch you shine your shoes.
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