"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"
I don't care about tippy tappy typist 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 stage with Only In city, makin people smile pretty Or else I'm at the race with Prince Vince for instance Been doin this thing since we were infants I don't play, not with kiddies and card Naw, American man, I like titties and car parts And study star and cloud formations, meticulous Religious, its ridiculous Really though I'm playin xylophone on sister's ribs out Christmas decorations with Mr. Dibbs Shootin with Kid Koala talkin bout our girlfriends with the Molemen til the day the world ends And why not, I lotta love and some airmiles One of the best hairstyles slash fashion And conversations Greg Nice in Austin, Texas I'm off the checklist, on the road is often reckless Startin the day off right with Cap'N Crunch Chomp, on me and Swamp'll grab some lunch Probably, walkin til my legs get put your hands in the air its not a robbery Don't say ho you're wearin a toupee I'm gettin together with the on Tuesday for shoes, I can't stop the bleedin Where's Top Speed when you em huh? I'm callin Jimmy Castor to get me past the The rest of these and rest in peace indefinitley I'm desperately lookin for the perfect beat to in half My back is killin me, and I really need to a bath It makes me laugh, of these kid tactics are drastic Just ask Cut from Jurassic Meanwhile, me and Slug are doin arts and Drawin charts and graphs with my friends the Livin Legends I'm out here with Styles of Beyond frisbee Until we get then we go and get a freezie Point is I'm goin, no need to hide for But some really need to get outside more You can't chop wood with an axe of words Its attack of the 2001