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 si ,

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 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"