I don't think you should
Shoot before July 15th
Right now is a perilous time for Pisces
If you wait 'til Venus is in Capricorn
You'll avoid a catalog of crises

I need three more weeks to
Get these thighs in shape
No more carbohydrates, don't be naughty

We'll soon have you skipping like an ingenue
You won't look a day over forty

We have dry heat, we have steam

We have moisturizing cream

We had mud packs we have blood sacks

It's a rigorous regime

Not a wrinkle when you twinkle
Or a wobble when you walk of course
There's bound to be a little suffering
Eternal youth is worth a little suffering

Listen to your super ego not your id
Age is just another damn neurosis
I'll have you regressing back to infancy
And back into the womb under hypnosis

I inject the tissue of the fetal lamb
The formula's the one Somerset Maugham owns
Just modest course of thirty-seven shots
And you will be a heaving mass of hormones

No more crow's feet, no more flab
No more love handles to grab
You'll be so thin they'll all think you're
Walking sideways like a crab
Nothing sagging, nothing bagging
Nothing dragging on the floor of course
There's bound to be a little suffering
Eternal youth is worth a little suffering
Of course
There's bound to be a little suffering
Eternal youth is worth a little suffering
Of course
There's bound to be a little suffering