Not everything must end 
Not every romance must descend 
Not every lover's pact decays 
Not every sad mistake replays 
If you can love my growing gut 
My rotten teeth and greying hair 
Then I can guarantee 
I'll do The same as long as you can bear 
If you love my little poofy hands 
My skinny arms and reeking feet 
The way I dance, the way 
I eat If you love the morning spots 
I try And squeeze before you're up to see 
Each torn ankle, each weak knee 
But still my moods must swing 
To solitude 
I must still cling 
And you won't love me every day 
And suffer many a display 
But plates may smash and doors may slam 
My comments may be less than kind 
But that won't mean 
I've changed my mind 
I'm a huffy prick the best of times 
I love to sulf and shout and squeal 
But please don't doubt the way 
I feel Cause when the 
Sun burns up the earth 
Our progeny will raise a can 
Here's to where it all began 
And every day 
I hear the world 
Is cracking up, the end is near 
I hear we all should live in fear 
Bullies, burglers, paedophiles 
Bird flu and passive smoke (They're coming!) 
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves 
Heart disease and strokes (They're coming!) 
Terrorists with homemade poisons 
And factions everywhere (They're coming!) 
They're drinking in the street 
And they could steal your name 
And I don't care!