A Moldy Oldie Complaining of his marriage for thirty-odd years He highballed his eyeballs, comforting his tears The barkeep asked, what's troubling you son? He poured out his life; I'm finished! I'm done! The woman I married has turned into a nag What I wouldn't give to be rid of that hag Cheer up my friend, I have what you need I know of a man willing to do such a deed Artie's his name, a factory blue collar He enjoys his hobby, charging only a dollar Introducing himself, he sat on a stool Plea…