Put up your feet maybe let the world pass by
Keep off the street, go away and wait to die
What you don
My woman says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight
She don
Two clean shirts, I
I still love women, sex and fancy cars
What you don
My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight
He don
Is it nice and cosy, sitting there in your evening chair?
Is your paper pressed like your string vest
It
Solo: (Ashley)
My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight
He says put out the light
He don
You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please don
I
What you don
And my dad
And he gets it . . . And he
Relations sit and wring their hands . . . How long will I survive?
Here
Kiss my arse, I
Solo: (Ashley)
My doctor says it isn't right . . . For a man my age to fight
He says put out the light
He don
