You spend your twenties feeling that
You're walking on the ceiling
And you party like you're eight feet tall
You say working's for the birds
Chasing dreams and miniskirt
From here, everything seems small
Then thirties come around and you finally feel the ground
Look around and maybe start planning for what the future holds
And though you're far from old
You moisturize and spend less time tanning
You're hanging over but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turning from rock and roll
To kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places that you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
Cause gravity's a bitch
Forty's kinda boring
And you spend your time ignoring
The things you don't see so clear
Your reflection in the glass is gonna knock you on your ass
You wonder how the hell'd it get down here
You're happy in your fifties though things are kind of shifty
At sixty you'll find peace of mind
Go to bed at eight o'clock
And comb your hair if you've still got it
Cause you're almost at the finish line
You're hanging over but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turning from rock and roll
To kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places that you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
Cause gravity's a bitch
Yeah, gravity's a bitch
I'm here to tell you
Gravity is a bitch
