When I Get Old

When I get old and my hair falls out,
will you still want me now
When I get old and my teeth turn south,
will you still need me now
When I get old and nothing seems to work,
will you still love me now
When I get old and sometimes act like a ****,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud
When I get old

When I forget where I put my keys,
will you still want me now  
When I complain about my knees,
will you still need me now
When I turn my radio too loud,
will you still love me now
When I break wind in a crowd,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud
When I get old

When I'm a old grouch a royal pain,
will you still want me now
When I spill stuff leaving a stain,
will you still need me now
When I complain about everything,
will you still love me now
When I clog up the bathroom drain,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud

When I get old
When I get old
When I get old

Gomer LePoet...

The Tuner's Turn

he's tuned them all it seems
most of the 12,5oo different brands
he has tuned them even in his dreams
in damp basements and smoky band stands

Ballwin, Steinway, Schimmel and Mason
the very best there is to offer
Irving Strausser is the one to hasten
he is the master you want to proffer

a fine tinkler of the ivory in his own right
but never really ever given the chance
he practiced until dawn's early light
the best was a Holiday Inn wedding dance

he was in attendance that special night
at the Radio City Music Hall
he came to see the maestro's delight
but alas had tripped and fallen against the wall

the audience was antsy whistling and clapping hands
the producers were anxious not knowing where
they spotted Irving in the aisle hearing the demands
they begged him play they were in despair

he shook his head saying no certainly not me
I am just a tuner an amateur at best
they begged and pleaded for his sympathy
and well you can guess the rest

he finally took the stage the crowd settled in
he graciously bowed his head and explained the situation
after a few nervous moments he finally did begin
he played oh did he play to a standing ovation

his fingers flew over the keys like magic
this was the tuner's turn to take his place
some of the audience may forget his name
but they will always remember his face  

Gomer LePoet...

You're everything I wish to be
And I'm nothing at all
You're everything I'll ever need
And I'm nothing you'll ever want

And sure, you say you love me now,
But what about tomorrow?
What happens when we go back to school
And everyone's cold stares follow?

I'm scared --Scared of losing you
To someone else's selfish desires
But for now, listen when I call you in the dark
Be my lover --Be my fire

Keep me warm in the cold the late nights bring
Shed your light down upon me,
Show me the paths I must take to your heart
So that I may steal it for myself
Because I know that if it isn't me,
It'll be someone else
A thought I cannot comprehend enough
To even write about

I guess what I'm trying to say
Is this

I don't care how many glances get shot our way
It doesn't matter if your mind changes
And it's okay to make many mistakes
As long as its we who face them

Be my lover --Be my fire
Be my everything and know
That you are my selfish desire
And nothing I'm ever letting go

When I look at you
I feel my gut twist
When I look at you
I feel love
I feel heat grow
Deep in my heart
When I look in your eyes
I get lost in them
You say I seem dazed
after we kiss
Tell the truth
I am
Because  
I can't believe
I'm kissing
the love of my life
I love you
With every thing I am
I look in your eyes
And I can't think straight
I feel all fuzzy inside
All I can say is
Your the one
I want to spend my life with