If I get old, I will not give inBut if I do, remind me of thisRemind me thatOnce I was freeOnce I was coolOnce I was me
And if I sit down and cross my armsHold me up to this song
Knock me out, smash out my brainsIf I take a chair and start to talk shit
If I get old, remind me of thisThat night we kissed and I really meant itWhatever happens, if we're still speakingPick up the phone, play me this song
