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When I was only seventeen, I couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there getting drunk
A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."
I was breaking hearts and taking names and numbers just for fun.
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one.
When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer
Shooting pools, smoking cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
At four A.M. on a school night, still hanging out with my friends
One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school
Smelling just like a brewery with a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention"
I was catching hell, wishing I was twenty one.
The youngest one of all my friends, I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades
Now I'm somewhere in the gray of middle class and middle age
The man in the mirror looks more like my father every day
My clothes are out of fashion and my hair is getting thin
And my favorite conversation starts with "I remember when"
Still we go down to that college town dancing at the 80s bar
We drink until we feel a whole lot cooler than we are
Then I look at all those college girls, so innocent and young
And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one".
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When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there getting drunk
A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."
I was breaking hearts and taking names and numbers just for fun.
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one.
When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer
Shooting pools, smoking cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
Four A.M. on a school night, still hanging out with my friends
One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school
Smelling just like a brewery with a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention"
I was catching hell, wishing I was twenty one.
The youngest one of all my friends, I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades
Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
Being seventeen, wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six, feeling more like fourty three
My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd
My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o'clock each night, and up at half-past four
Still I go down to that college town when the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone
Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one" Send "Twenty-one" Ringtone to your Cell
