Yeah.

I'm getting older.
My feet are colder.
Believe my mumbling,
My body's crumbling.

(Hey Doc!) I need Viagra;
Don't want to nag ya.
Believe when I say:
We need it - Oy Vey!

(Tell me Why) Ain't nothin' but a back-ache.
(Am I gonna die?) I really miss my prostate.
(Ow! My eye!) Eh? what's that you say?
I'm old -- (spoken:) "Check Out this X-Ray!"

My gut is drooping;
I miss good pooping.
Yes, your face is wrinkled.
I gotta go tinkle [pause/ spoken:] "Too late."

(Too Late) Ain't nothin' but a back ache.
(Am I Gonna Die?) I really miss my prostate.
(Hey! Your Fly!) Each day is an adventure.
Ow! Hey! Pretty boy stole my dentures.

Now I can see that we're falling apart.
Got a pacemaker here in my heart. YEAH.
There's way too much, way too much,
way too much oat bran here deep down inside of me.

I need to go now
out to the outhouse.
I can't . . . he can't . . . you can't . . . we can't . . .
[spoken:] "Where's my Ex-lax?!"
I can't hear you!

(Tell me why) Ain't nothin' but a back ache.
(Am I gonna die?) I really miss my prostate.
(Ow! My eye!) Hey! Where'd you put my bran flakes?

[Pause -- spoken:] What the hell's a colonoscopy?

I lost my fire,
but not desire.
I feel like I'm stuck.
Wish I could still --- [geezer's mouth gets covered by others]

(Tell me why) Ain't nothin' but a back ache.
(Am I Gonna Die?) I really miss my prostate.
(Ow! My eye!) I never want to hear you say:

[Young teen girl walk in & says:] "You guys are PASSE' !"

[As she exits, the Back Street Geezers sing:]
Oh, I want it that way . . .