Old boys seek a man And the men marry women Who the girls that you’d think the boys are the men they’re married to Forget that the girls are the boys and that women are the same as the men
For together they grow old Everybody old Whoa, ho, old Everybody old Old
Every cat that eats a mouse that is fed on the rubbish While the cat on the flat has snack in an ever-turning ring that rotates through the food And the bellies on line reach the moon
For together they grow old Everybody old Oh, ho, old Everybody old Old
Every time that a mother and a father have an argument The two of you could what they do who as the privilege Of use as the aura of the few who fortunately love to be doing what they do
As together they grow old Everybody old Oh, ho, old Everybody old Old
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