Life Begins At Forty

I've often heard it said and sung
That life is sweetest when you're young
And kids, sixteen to twenty-one
Think they're having all the fun

I disagree, I say it isn't so
And I'm one gal who ought to know
I started young and I'm still going strong
But I've learned as I've gone along

That life begins at forty
That's when love and living start to become a gentle art
A woman who's been careful finds that's when she's in her prime
And a good man when he's forty knows just how to take his time

Conservative or sporty, it's not until you're forty
That you learn the how and why and the what and when
In the twenties and the thirties you want your love in large amounts
But after you reach forty, it's the quality that counts

Yes, life begins at forty
And I've just begun to live all over again
You see the sweetest things in life grow sweeter as the years roll on
Like the music from a violin that has been well played upon

And the sweetest smoke is from a mellow, broken and old pipe
And the sweetest tasting peach is one that's mature, round and ripe
In the twenties and the thirties you're just an amateur
But after you reach forty, that's when you become a connoisseur

Then it isn't grab and get it and a straight line for the door
You're not hasty, you're tasty, you enjoy things so much more
For instance, a novice gulps his brandy down, he doesn't understand
Observe a connoisseur, the way he holds it in his hand

How he strokes the glass, fondles it, warms it as he should
Smacks his lips, ah, slowly sips, hah, boy, it tastes good
Life begins at forty

Then it isn't hit and run and you find much more fun
You romance a girl of twenty and it costs you all your dough
But when a forty thanks you, she hates to see you go
And girls of twenty, all they want are big men
Big men with strong physiques

I don't say that it's bad
But you do get tired of those damn Greeks
Life begins at forty
And I'm just living all over again