Lordy lordy
You turned forty
It's now downhill
What a thrill
Put it low gear
As you sit on your rear
Enjoy the ride
Don't exceed sixty-five
The breeze through your hair
The later years bring less cares
It's your day
Spend it your way
Don't let age
Cause you rage
Remember as you mature
You're getting better that's for sure
From here on out
The ride will be great
Have no doubt
As the years grow late
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