"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"
I don't care about tippy tappy typist The happy hippies tryin' ta say that you're the Yeah you can spell but your soul is of silicon You got no skeleton, you're on the telephone That's why I'm off the hook, and I'm on stage with Moka In style city, makin smile pretty Or else I'm at the race track Prince Vince for instance Been doin this thing we were infants listen I don't play, not with and card sharks Naw, North American man, I like titties and car And study charts and cloud formations, meticulous Religious, its ridiculous though I'm playin xylophone on your sister's ribs Pickin out Christmas decorations with Mr. Shootin pool with Kid Koala talkin our girlfriends Rollin with the Molemen til the day the world And why not, I gotta lotta and some airmiles One of the hairstyles slash fashion combinations And conversations with Greg in Austin, Texas I'm off the checklist, on the road is often reckless Startin the day off 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 unless wearin a toupee I'm gettin together with the Stero on Shoppin for shoes, I stop the bleedin Top Speed when you need em huh? I'm callin Jimmy Castor to get me the recipes The rest of referees 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 me laugh, some of these kid tactics are drastic ask Cut Chemist from Jurassic Meanwhile, me and Slug are doin and crafts charts and graphs with my friends from the Livin Legends I'm out here with Styles of Beyond playin Until we get dizzy we go and get a freezie is I'm easy goin, no need to hide for But some folks need to get outside more You can't wood with an axe made of words Its attack of the nerds