I'm 28, it's getting late What have I got to do? My time is gone, my fears are growing My chances now are few
Like those lotions, sprays, and potions Scented unguent, mild and pungent Lipstick, pancake, shadow for the eyes It's all been advertised But it's getting me nowhere
I'm 28, it's getting late What have I got to do? My time is gone, my fears are growing My chances now are few
Dresser revealing, sex appealing Fur and feather, suede and leather I'm naughty, horny, sure to glamourize It's all been advertised But it's getting me nowhere
It's nice to be respectable, Saintly, sweet, and fair But I don't want to finish up alone In a rocking chair
Hey, I'm 28, it's getting late What have I got to do? I'm 28, it's getting late What have I got to do? I'm 28, it's getting late What have I got to do?