Blue Minks,
Now that I'm sixty two
All of their hairs are died blue
But what we must do, we must do

Blue Minks,
Gals who were once known as brown
Now, as the years have gone down,
Wrap up in hair-dressers gowns

And suddenly, appeared before me
The only minx my arms would ever bear
She whispered darling, please adore me
But while you, don't mess up my blue hair!

Blue minks,
Frosted and permed to a T,
Maybe you're not right for me
Until I turn sixty-three!