Fifty
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
Some say I'm old as fuck
Still sippin' Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
No need to look it up
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But I still don't give one fuck
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I'm still standin' tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm goin' bald
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I'm better off than you
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, whoo!
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
I'm through drinkin' and blackin' out
No more talkin' shit about Oprah
Or fightin' at the Waffle House
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
A far cry from 17
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright
Aw, shit
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
No more groupies o-on the bus (I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys R Us
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
And as I stare down 51
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember fuckin' one
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be fuckin' 50, ooh-ooh
(Oh, God Almighty Bob, Jesus, whoo!)
I think I just shit my pants
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
Oh, gettin' old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs 20 bucks
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, fuck 'em
They can get these nuts, yeehaw!
Yee!
Some say I'm old as fuck
Still sippin' Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
No need to look it up
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But I still don't give one fuck
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I'm still standin' tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm goin' bald
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I'm better off than you
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, whoo!
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
I'm through drinkin' and blackin' out
No more talkin' shit about Oprah
Or fightin' at the Waffle House
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
A far cry from 17
Well, I might be fuckin' 50
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright
Aw, shit
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
No more groupies o-on the bus (I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys R Us
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
And as I stare down 51
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember fuckin' one
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be fuckin' 50, ooh-ooh
(Oh, God Almighty Bob, Jesus, whoo!)
I think I just shit my pants
Well, I guess I'm fuckin' 50
Oh, gettin' old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs 20 bucks
I guess I'm fuckin' 50
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, fuck 'em
They can get these nuts, yeehaw!
Yee!
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Writer(s): John Eddie, R.j. Ritchie
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