Now I'm 50, my old firing pin,

Now I'm 50, my old firing pin,
May need help to aspire to sin.
Do a hand stand, take heart,
spread your legs wide apart
And if he won't work I'll just drop it in

While an optimist airs, lost in shrugs

While an optimist airs, lost in shrugs
And a pessimist swears and humbugs
The glass is fanciful,
if half empty or full
Next to you and your two gallon jugs