When I was only seventeen
Couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on
Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' 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 breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun
Stealin' kisses wishin'
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
Shootin' pool
Smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
Four A
M
On a school night
Still hangin' out with my friends
One hour's sleep on a dirty couch
No shower
Off to school
Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me：Stay awake
Pay attention
I was catchin' hell
Wishin'
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
Bein' seventeen
Wishin'
I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feelin' 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 d**n thing is gone
Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
And I just check 'em out
And say d**n
I wish I was twenty one
