Oh when I'm sixty-six

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!