’Til You Can’t Tuck It In The Beautiful South

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Paul Heaton]
Your figure, like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk
Their size just froze

When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I'll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose

[Chorus 1: Heaton]
Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
'Cause you know what your feet are free for

And I'll love you, my dear
Till you can't tuck it in anymore
Anymore

[Verse 2: Jacqui Abbott]
Your second grey hair came a month
After the first
It didn't make you better
But it didn't make you feel any worse