Since I reached
The charming age
Of puberty
And began
To finger
Feminine curls
Like a show
That's typically
Shuberty
I have always
Had a multitude
Of girls
But now that
A married man
At last am I
How aware of
My dear
Departed past
Am I
Where is the life
That late I led
Where is it now
Totally dead
Where is the fun
I used to find
Where has it gone
Gone with the wine
A married life
May all be well
But raising an heir
Could never compare
With raising
A bit of hell
So I repeat
What first I said
Where is the life
That late I
Where is Rebecca
My Beckiweckio
Could still
She be cruising
That amusing
Ponte Vecchio
Where is Fedora
The wild virago
It's lucky I missed
Her gangster sister
From Chicago
Where is Venetia
Who loved to
Chat so
Could still
She be drinkin'
In her stinkin'
Pink palazzo
And lovely Lisa
Where are you
Lisa
You gave
A new meaning
To the leaning
Tow'r of Pisa
Where is the life
That late I led
Where is it now
Totally dead
Where is the fun
I used to find
Where has it gone
Gone with the wine
I've oft'
Been told
Of nuptial bliss
But what do you do
At quarter to two
With only a shrew
To kiss
So I repeat
What first I said
Where is the life
That late
I led