"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"
I don't care you're tippy tappy typist The happy hippies tryin' ta say that the hypest Yeah you can but your soul is made of silicon You got no skeleton, talkin on the telephone why I'm off the hook, and I'm on stage with Moka Only In style city, people smile pretty Or else I'm at the track with Prince Vince for instance Been doin this thing since we were listen I play, not with kiddies and card sharks Naw, American man, I like titties and car parts And study star charts and formations, meticulous Religious, its rather Really though I'm xylophone on your sister's ribs Pickin out decorations with Mr. Dibbs Shootin pool with Kid Koala bout our girlfriends with the Molemen til the day the world ends And why not, I gotta lotta love and airmiles One of the best slash fashion combinations And conversations with Nice in Austin, Texas I'm off the checklist, on the road is often reckless the day off right with some Cap'N Crunch Chomp, later on me and grab some lunch Probably, walkin til my legs get Don't put hands in the air its not a robbery Don't say ho you're wearin a toupee I'm together with the Stero on Tuesday Shoppin for shoes, I stop the bleedin Where's Top Speed when you em huh? I'm callin Jimmy to get me past the recipes The rest of these referees and in peace indefinitley I'm desperately lookin for the perfect to break in half My back is killin me, and I need to take a bath It makes me laugh, some of these kid tactics are ask Cut Chemist from Jurassic Meanwhile, me and are doin arts and crafts charts and graphs with my friends from the Livin Legends I'm out with Styles of Beyond playin frisbee Until we get dizzy we go and get a freezie Point is I'm easy goin, no need to for But some folks really need to get outside You can't chop with an axe made of words Its attack of the nerds