"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"
I don't care about you're tippy tappy The happy hippies ta say that you're the hypest Yeah you can spell but your soul is made of You got no skeleton, you're talkin on the That's why I'm off the hook, and I'm on with Moka Only In style city, makin people pretty Or else I'm at the race track with Prince Vince for Been doin this thing we were infants listen I don't play, not with kiddies and card Naw, North American man, I like and car parts And star charts and cloud formations, meticulous Religious, its ridiculous Really I'm playin xylophone on your sister's ribs Pickin out Christmas decorations with Mr. Shootin pool with Kid Koala talkin bout our Rollin with the Molemen til the day the world And why not, I gotta love and some airmiles One of the best hairstyles slash fashion And conversations with Greg Nice in Austin, I'm off the checklist, life on the road is often the day off right with some Cap'N Crunch Chomp, later on me and Swamp'll some lunch Probably, walkin til my get wobbly Don't put your hands in the air its not a Don't say ho you're wearin a toupee I'm gettin together with the on Tuesday Shoppin for shoes, I can't stop the Top Speed when you need em huh? I'm callin Castor to get me past the recipes The rest of these referees and rest in indefinitley I'm desperately lookin for the beat to break in half My is killin me, and I really need to take a bath It makes me laugh, some of these kid are drastic Just ask Cut from Jurassic Meanwhile, me and Slug are doin and crafts Drawin charts and graphs with my from the Livin Legends I'm out here with Styles of Beyond playin Until we get dizzy then we go and get a Point is I'm easy goin, no to hide for But some folks really need to get more You can't chop wood with an axe of words Its attack of the 2001