Now I’m old and feeble, and my pilot light is out,
what used to be my sex appeal is just a water spout.
I used to have trouble in the mornings,
trying to make the thing behave,
as it stood out from my body,
and tried to watch me shave.
But now I’m old and feeble,
and now I have the blues,
the stupid thing hangs down my leg,
and watches me tie my shoes.