'Till You Can't Tuck It In

[Verse 1] Your figure like your friendship Gradually grows and grows The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk Their size just froze When the body that you thought of as yours Just ups and goes I'll be happy with the weight Of the partner that I chose [Chorus 1] Your quick-step is slower But your spirit's still out on the floor And you can still hack it Cause you know what your feet are free for And I'll love you, my dear 'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore [Verse 2] Your second gray hair came a month After the first It didn't make you better But it didn't make you feel any worse Your third gray hair appeared With the fourth on your beard Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out From your nose and your ears [Chorus 2] And I'll love you my partner 'Til you can't hide the gray anymore Your distinguished good looks Are the ones young girls cannot ignore And I'll love you, my partner 'Til the gray hairs the hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor [Verse 3] Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth You just looked to the sky Like the charge of the Light Brigade Was passing you by [Chorus 3] Your quick-step is slower But your spirit's still out on the floor When it comes to raw beauty You've a whole whorehouse waiting in store Your corset has grown But you're still always first to the draw [Outro] And I'll love you, my partner (And I'll love you, my partner) 'Til the gray hairs the hairdresser's floor Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor