'Til You Can't Tuck It In

Your figure like your friendship Gradually grows and grows The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk Their size just froze When the body that you thought of as yours Just ups and goes I'll be happy with the weight Of the partner that I chose Your quick-step is slower But your spirit's still out on the floor And you can still hack it 'Cause you know what your feet are free for And I'll love my dear 'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore Your second grey hair came a month After the first It didn't make you better But it didn't make you feel any worse Your third grey hair appeared With the fourth on your beard Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out From your nose and your ears And I'll love you my partner 'Til you can't hide the grey anymore Your distinguished good looks Am the ones young girls cannot ignore And I'll love you my partner 'Til the grey hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth You just looked to the sky Like the charge of the Light Brigade Was passing you by Your quick-step is slower But your spirit's still out on the floor When it comes to raw beauty You've a whole whorehouse waiting in store Your corset has grown Bid you're still always first to the drawer And I'll love you my partner (And I'll love you my partner) 'Til the grey hairs the hairdresser's floor Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor