The tavern's open again

The line-up who light up will surely decide the fate

Of these incorrigibles

Who plaster their messages up on the interstate



When she turns fifty

I might be dead



But acting happy again

Go singing his songs about rush-hour traffic jams

When the vodka kicks in

A night at the Rockies

Digging in for the slam



When she turn fifty

I'll bake the bread

I'll bake the bread.