40 Years - Then Death

All that's good, all that's right
Everything hot and all that's tight
Women, men, pubescent girls
Never again to finger their curls on their head so exquisite
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love

[chorus:]
Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left
Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left
Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left
Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left

The work is just beginning
As my hair begins thinning
Pleasure is passed and all that's dear
As friend and foe alike disappear
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love

(chorus)

Perfume, the smell of perfume is forgotten
And the shape of her room
And the sheets on her bed disappear forever from my head
No more the sudden thrill
As you dip into the swill
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love

(chorus) (x2)

(Not on best off. version)
Howard Hughes bottled his piss
After he drank some tinnies
He was afraid that he'd miss
And now he plays the pinnies