After 20 years of marriage, I sometimes look back,

To when I was almost broke, living in a cheap flat.

Too small bed, barely food in the fridge to see,

A small shitty TV, bus rides were my spree.

But every night, went to bed, oh what a sight,

With an incredibly hot, willing 20-year-old delight.

Now a big house, a dope sports car in the lane, (so cool)

Large awesome double bed, and a TV larger then life.

Fridge full, account stocked, life's no longer a fight,

But I used to go to bed with a 20-year-old every night. [Reverb on "night"]

If I stray to a hot 20-year-old today,

Back to a cheap apartment, I’d quickly be on my way. (So fast)

Small bed, empty fridge, no car to call my own,

While the ex-wife enjoys the account, not alone.

Life ain't fair, or is it? I ponder with a sigh,

Thinking how the tables turn, time just flies by.

Pillow gets more action, snore buddies are here,

Nightly wrestling? Forget it, that's clear.

Then it hit me, not too late to change my fate,

From “tired and fat” to “fit and fabulous” state!

Back to the gym, pizza and sodas I dismiss,

All-you-can-eat treats, no longer my bliss.

Got another thing on my mind, now I see,

The hot 20-year-old now turned 40.

Now again I go to bed each night,

Looking as good as l ever did together with an incredibly hot, wife

Love of my life.

She so damn hot, it feels just right.

Now again I go to bed each night

Looking as good as l ever did together with an incredibly hot, wife

Love of my life.

She so damn hot, it feels just right.