Lyrics 'Til You Can't Tuck It In - The Beautiful South

'Til You Can't Tuck It In

Your figure, like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that you’d shrunk
Their size just froze
When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I’ll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose
Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit’s still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
'Cause you know what your feet are free for
And I’ll love you, my dear
Till you can’t tuck it in anymore
Anymore
Your second grey hair came a month
After the first
It didn’t make you better
But it didn’t make you feel any worse
Your third gray hair appeared
With the fourth on your beard
Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
From your nose and your ears
And I’ll love you, my partner
Till you can’t hide the gray anymore
Your distinguished good looks
Are the ones young girls cannot ignore
And I’ll love you, my partner
Till the gray hairs the hairdresser’s floor
Hairdresser’s floor
Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth
You just looked to the sky
Like the charge of the Light Brigade
Was passing you by
Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit’s still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
You’ve a whole whorehouse waiting in store
Your corset has grown
But you’re still always first to the draw
And I’ll love you, my partner (And I’ll love you, my partner)
Till the grey hairs the hairdresser’s floor
Hairdresser’s floor
Hairdresser’s floor