sweaty dollar bills

it's time to hang up my g-string

it's time to throw those chaps away

my skin is saggy my tan is fading

my stuff is old and grey

exotic dancing was my calling

bionic hips and thunder dick

but father time he bought a private dance

and it was over quick

goodbye bachelorette shows

goodbye soccer moms dirty thrills

goodbye monthly gay nights

and good bye crank and pills

bought with sweaty dollar bills

the younger dancers started teasing

they called me grandps and leather sack

i hit the stage with righteous fury and threw out my back

goodbye suggestive thrusting

goodbye thong song giving me chills

goodbye classy bow tie

and matching vest with frills

bought with sweaty dollar bills

now i must lose my pretensions

bronzer and blond hair extensions

i'll miss the people and places

grinding in drunk ladies' faces

so i toss my leather armband and feather earring to the floor

a single tear streaks my cheek as i walk out the door

hello reinvention

hello learning new skills

hello younger dancers

i sell you crank and pills for your sweaty dollar bills