A humorous, good-natured song on the woes many older men suffer because of an enlarged prostate gland.
When compasses grow old, And can no longer be certain, About precisely where north is
If you forget my name, I will become a window, Facing the sea
I hope that when I die, My old pals and chums, Will adopt a highway
At the driveway guitar sale, I watch old men, Heft various 60’s electrics, And strike surly-lead-guitarist poses…