Forty is Sporty If forty is sporty Then fifty is nifty And I am delighted I'm middle aged too. I've got the generic -- The standard climacteric-- But I've still got the hots over you. I love you I want you to know "I want you." I love you to say. I've reached middle age And I'm out of the Cage So mama, come on and let us play! Though the autumn wind sighs through the trees And the snow clouds hunker on the hills And the swimmin' hole threatens to freeze I lust for you -- and I always will. If forty is sporty Then fifty is nifty And I am delighted I'm middle-aged too. It's clearly generic -- The plain old climacteric -- And yet I've got the hots over you. (tune: Swinging Safari) SW
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