Ralph Keefer - Four Hour Problem
My baby's gonna leave me, she tells me every day30 years of marriage and what's a man to say?
It's not my bank account, she says, but she's really gotta go
I know it's not my attitude, it's certainly not my clothes!
And then to my surprise she tells me late one night
It's something 'bout our lovin - it just ain't working right
So I headed to the Driftwood to the local pharmacy
Asked the friendly pharmacist, what's become of me?
Something about my blood flow, something about my age
Try grandpa's little helper here, instructions are on the page
And now to my surprise and perpetual dismay
I got a four hour problem that won't go away
A four hour problem that won't go away
Please Mr. Doctor there's got to be a way
Wear baggy pants you say and always look away?
But I'm walking into buildings doc, it's a three-legged ballet!
Grandpa's Little Helper, forever in a day
With a four hour problem that won't go away
A four hour problem that just won't go away
I know you think it's funny but try living life that way
It's up there in the morning, it's up there late at night
I thought she'd be excited but she's run clear out of sight
Now my life has changed, forever in a day
With a four hour Problem that won't go away
Written by:
Ralph Keefer
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