Thirty-Three

Sunday was my birthday An now I turn thirty-three And all the people around me Look at me and wonder when I also grow up My hair are less and whiter And I look like Mr Clooney But when I go to the punk rock show I slam even though I can break my Legs and arms and hip and And thumbs and wrists and knees and chin Girls say I look more charming But for me I'm an old pissy man And when I get out the dog alone I might slip on a wet floor and I can break my Legs and arms and hip and head And thumbs and wrists and knees and chin And legs and arms and hip and head And thumbs and wrists and knees and chin