At the over 60's club

With the divorce rate now at 40% the oldies are the new romantics - but are we all looking for the same thing?

I was looking for friendship,

Not for love,

When I joined

The over 60’s club.

 

I met an architect called Mike,

But I soon told him,

On your bike.

He clearly had designs on me,

At the over 60’s club.

 

The decorator guy came next,

But he was just a sexual pest,

I told him not to size me up,

At the over 60’s club.

 

Then on a walk, I tell you straight

I met old Pete a plumber’s mate,

He took my hand while we were sitting,

To show me his compression fitting.

At the over 60’s club.

 

At bingo in-between the calls,

As Dave the postman spun the balls,

I didn’t know just what to say,

When his oversize package came my way.

At the over 60’s club.

 

I met a sparky called Old Stan,

Who said that he was just the man,

Resistance was futile, he knew,

To a man skilled in the Edison Screw.

At the over 60’s club.

 

Then at a tea dance last weekend,

I had a waltz with my new friend,

Bert the mechanic caused some ripples,

When he said he’d like to grease my nipples.

At the over 60’s club.

 

A manager from Eurostar,

Said, stick with him and I’d go far,

All the way, top notch, first class,

If I show him my special …

pass

At the over 60’s club.

 

At the disco I gyrate with Greg,

A carpenter with nimble legs,

He said he had a special move,

And closed in for a tongue and groove.

At the over 60’s club.

 

Then finally, the other day,

I met our Vince and he was gay,

So now we dance and walk

And play.

At the over 60’s club.

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