Oh when I'm sixty-six,
My back will be in a fix,
I'll be so fat I can't even twitch,
Because of all those crisps,
And that occasional Twix!
Oh when I'm sixty-six,
I'll be talking power politics,
That'll be my only topic -
Apart from cricks;
And lots of birthday candle sticks!
Oh when I'm sixty-six,
My body will be like sticks
And my daughter will have a baby that licks,
And a hobby of his will be to kick,
And food-flicks!
Oh when I'm sixty-six,
There will be no more tricks...
...But all's good - I'm not even in year six!