My daddy's widowpeak shines on my head,
And mom's canker sores are old neighbors downstairs.
When I do lunges, I'm sore for a week,
and I walk around like somethings stuck up my butt.
Probably should get a personal trainer,
Hope their workout doesn't break my retainer.
I am a young old guy,
Scared of flourescent lights,
Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
If I have beer then the next day i'm dead.
And I wouldn't dare drink one on a weeknight.
If I drink coffee, I'm on for an hour,
And right after that, you can't ask me for shit.
Probably spent over 10 grand on doctors,
All those bastards ever told me was I don't know.
I am a young old guy.
Apparently, my ailments are
Unexplainable by modern science.
But I can still run if I need to get away,
Still add 15 and 9 up in my head,
Still make friends when i'm in the mood,
And in 30 years i'll be sitting here,
Pain and breath, craving sugar and beer,
And i'll re-evaluate and say,
I am a young old guy.
I am a young old guy.
I am a young old guy.