Lyrics:

I like older women, how 'bout you.

Nineteens are good to look at,
But they're to young for my lovin'.
Twenties are fun, but they're not done,
You need to stick them back in the oven.

Thirty Three they're divorced and freed,
Now they hate all men.
But at forty two, they love to screw
And wanna get married again.

I like older women, how bout you.

They at Fifty Nine, they are lookin' fine,
But they're still not a winner.
But man I live at Sixty Five.

You get a discount,
When you take them to dinner at Seventy Eight hey,
They're lookin' great.
Been in over with their gravy ladle.

But if you talkin' chicks,
At Eighty Six you know
You're still rubbin' the cradle
Yeah.

I like older women, the older they are, the better.
Gotta take out their teeth to give you a kiss.
Or knit you a brand new sweater.
Hey their house smells just like cornbreads,
Their hair is the pretty shade of glue.

I go insane when they go with the cane,
In othatpedic shoes.
Have you ever made love in an Afghan,
With all your toes pokin' through.

It's that feelin' I get.
Lord I swear that make my pecker grow an inch or two.
I like older women, how 'bout you.