Well my ex-wife dropped a card to remind me that I'm 40 And that I look every day of my age Well I guess that must be so but this old face tells a story And the wrinkles are the type on my front page So I wrote her back a letter, I said some guys may look better But I doubt they've run this hard or come this far And all the people and the places that I've known have left their mark I've got a name for every wrinkle, line and scar And the lines on my forehead Are Amy who always left me kind of confused And the scar on my chin is her ex-husband But the ache in my heart girl is you Well this lump upon my heard is a gal I knew named Nancy Who got mad at me and hit me with a vase And the crows feet around my eyes are a little girl named Carol Who kept me up until the break of day And the lines on my forehead... Well the pain in my old neck I named after your mother Who gladly I'll no longer have to see And I sarcastically apply the name of your attorney Where the flat spot where my wallet used to be And the lines on my forehead...