My sporting days are over,
My little light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.
It used to be embarrassing,
To make the thing behave.
For every morning it stood up,
To watch me while I shaved.
But now I'm growing older,
It sure gives me the blues.
To have the thing hang down my leg,
To watch me shine my shoes.

Probably in an outhouse in Oregon somewhere.

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