Fifty Songtext
von Kid Rock
Fifty Songtext
Well I guess I′m fucking fifty
Some say I'm old as fuck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
′Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm fucking fifty
No need to look it up
Well I might be fucking fifty
But I still don't give one fuck
Well I guess I′m fucking fifty
But I′m still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can′t see and I'm going bald
I guess I′m fucking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well I might be fucking fifty
But your mom still thinks I′m cool, woo
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I′m fucking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be fucking fifty
But this dick′s still long and lean
Alright
(Ah shit)
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
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 fucking fifty
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 fucking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can′t remember fucking one
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be fucking fifty
Ohh God almighty Bob, jeez
I think I just shit my pants
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I′m fucking fifty
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
Some say I'm old as fuck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
′Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm fucking fifty
No need to look it up
Well I might be fucking fifty
But I still don't give one fuck
Well I guess I′m fucking fifty
But I′m still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can′t see and I'm going bald
I guess I′m fucking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well I might be fucking fifty
But your mom still thinks I′m cool, woo
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I′m fucking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be fucking fifty
But this dick′s still long and lean
Alright
(Ah shit)
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
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 fucking fifty
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 fucking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can′t remember fucking one
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be fucking fifty
Ohh God almighty Bob, jeez
I think I just shit my pants
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I′m fucking fifty
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
Writer(s): John Eddie, R.j. Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com