| "Mid Life Crisis" | |
| Well the face in the mirror don't look like me There's skin on my head where my hair used to be Can't fit into my last year's clothes Can't touch my navel, can't see my toes No point in bizarre disguises. I won't win no beauty prizes Get used to these extra sizes I am happy with my Mid Life Crisis No matter what I wear my belt's too tight And I wake up five times every night Just three red wines, alcoholic haze And the hangover lasts for days and days Got to make some sacrifices Keep away from food with spices I don't need no extra vices Leave me to my Mid Life Crisis Well my blood pressure's up but my old fella's down My libido's lying on the ground No point in adult hide and seek, cos the flesh is useless And the spirit is weak Don't want young girls with fancy prices Bringing afternoon surprises Leave me to my own devices I am happy with my Mid Life Crisis Don't want young girls with fancy prices Bringing afternoon surprises Leave me to my own devices I am happy with my Mid Life Crisis | |