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

 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 my dear
 'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore

 Your second grey hair came a month
 After the first
 It didn't make you better
 But it didn't make you feel any worse

 Your third grey hair appeared
 With the fourth on your beard
 Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
 From your nose and your ears

 And I'll love you my partner
 'Til you can't hide the grey anymore
 Your distinguished good looks
 Am the ones young girls cannot ignore
 And I'll love you my partner
 'Til the grey hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor

 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

 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
 Bid you're still always first to the drawer

 And I'll love you my partner (And I'll love you my partner)
 'Til the grey hairs the hairdresser's floor
 Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor