All that's good all that's right
Everything hot all that's tight
Women men pubescent girls

Never again to finger their curls
On their heads so exquisite
Never again to visit

The palace the palace of love
Forty years of living then death
That's all that's left

Forty years - then death
Forty years - that's all that's left
The work is just beginning

As my hair it begins thinning
Pleasure is past and all that's dear
As friends and foe alike disappear

Never again to visit
The palace the palace of love
Forty years of living then death

That's all that's left
Forty years - then death
Forty years - that's all that's left

Perfume! the smell of perfume is forgotten
And the shape of her room and the sheets on her bed
Disappear forever from my head

No more the sudden thrill
As i dip into the swill
Never again to visit

The palace the palace of love