My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she really isn’t concerned.

She’s given in to wrinkle creams, and hold in pants

And her mini skirts have been returned.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And her boobs have not gone down.

East, west and maybe north

Or possibly into town.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she’s so not losing her sparks.

Instead of Jimmy Choos and Manalos

She now shops at Clarks.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And heads still always turn.

It’s usually because she’s totally mad

And the looks are of concern.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And one thing is for sure.

She isn’t ever going to grow up

And act all sensible and mature.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

Soon it will be all Botox and peels.

A tummy tuck and a tit lift

And two for one cheap meals.

My friend Bec turned forty last week

And she ain’t getting old.

She’s not finished with being bad

That’s until she gets paroled.