Once again it is spring and he’s feeling the zing

And he thinks for his years he looks ace

He’s the comb-over king and he’s ready to swing

But the girls all just laugh in his face

 

He wears shirts that are stained with the buttons all strained

And look like they’re ready to pop

His belt barely constrains all the weight he has gained

So his belly flops over the top

 

Still he’s in a good mood cos he thinks he’s a dude

And a magnet for every young chick

But if they saw him nude they would say something rude

And tell him he makes them feel sick

 

He will take all the flack but he keeps coming back

Cos he’s sure that one day he will score

For despite all the cracks and through every setback

He will steadfastly come back for more