Twenty-One (2011)

When I was only seventeen

I couldn't wait for twenty one

I'd hang around on clayton street

In the bars they're getting drunk

A baseball cap and a fake

Id would get me in the clubs

And I would dance with the college girls

And lie about who I was

I'd say I'm free man here at u

G a live on millage avenue

I was raised over in bucket I drive a b m w

I was breaking hearts and taking names and numbers

Just for fun stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one

Thursdays came and pocket change

Would quickly disappear

Upstairs at larry's tavern

We pay a nickel for the beer

Shooting pool smoking cigarettes

With a dizzy head and a grin

At four a m on a school night

Still hanging out with my friends

One hour sleep on a dirty couch

No shower off to school

Smelling just like a brewery with a bad hangover too

The teachers all would hassle me

Stay awake pay attention

I was catching hell wishing I was twenty one

The youngest one of all my friends

I didn't act my age

Too cool for the football games

And the homecoming parades

Now I'm somewhere in the gray

Of middle class and middle age

And the man in the mirror

Looks more like my father every day

My clothes are out of fashion

My hair is getting thin

And my favorite conversation starts with

I remember when still we go

Down to that college town

Dancing at the eighties bar

We drink until we feel a whole lot cooler than we are

Then I look at all those college girls

So innocent and young

And I just check them out and say damn

I wish I was twenty one