My pilot light is out,
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.
From my trousers it would spring,
But now I ve got a full-time job,
To find the blasted thing.
The way it would behave,
For every single morning,
It would stand and watch me shave.
It sure gives me the blues,
To see it hang its little head,
And watch me tie my shoes!