My rookie days are over Time was, of its own accord, It used to be embarrassing As old age approaches
My pilot light is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my waterspout.
From my trousers it would spring
But, now I have a full-time job
To find the blasted thing!
The way it would behave
For every single morning
It would stand to watch me shave.
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its withered head
And watch me tie my shoes.