20 Something

Oh, the Reubonic Plague
If there’s money to be made
Shocking, I show no shame
Novelty, rap, fame
Turn it up, that’s my jam
Two-dollar cover
Get your hand stamped
Through the doors, hit the floor
Dance, dance, dance, dance, party
Who’s got our money?
Who’s got our good time?
And good conscience?
And if it’s alright
Bold, bright, in the lights
Flashes by, caught your eye
Saved you a spot in line
Anxiously, we wait outside
People to meet, places to be
20 somethings magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed
Let’s party like it’s '95
And I just left Watkins Memorial High
Spare change, enough to survive
On a full-time gig, loving life
When that gets old, we’ll soon follow
Middle-age pop-star role models
Speak to sons and daughters
Living off time that’s borrowed
Big city, thirty’s twenty
Move to the beat like you’re in a hurry
Midlife crisis happens early
Calm down or get out of town
A little rebellion is better than settling
Sex, drugs and self-control (oh)
Act like you belong
Rock the show, now it’s time to go
Meet me in the square
With Colmate in your hair
Toy guns and strip-mall pubs
Look 'em in the eyes with a confident stare
A firm handshake and a little bit of look
Drift away on dreams for few
Cut your teeth on the moon
You’re coming down soon
I am late to the party
I’m early to go up
Eventually, eventually