Writer(s): Mark Hoppus, Tom DeLonge, Travis Barker
I took her out
It was a fri day night
I wore co logne
To get The fee lin' right
We start ed ma kin' out
And she took off My pants
But then I turned on the t v
And that's A bout the time
She walked a way From me
No bo dy likes you When you're Twen ty- three
And are still more A mused by t v shows
What the hell is a. d. d.
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age a gain
What's my age a gain
Then la ter on
On the drive home
I called her mom From a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your Hus band's in jail
This state looks down On sod o my
And that's A bout the time
That *&#% Hung up on me
No bo dy likes you When you're Twen ty- three
And are Still more a mused
By prank phone calls
What the hell Is call I. d.
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age a gain
What's my age a gain
And that's A bout the time
She walked A way from me
No bo dy likes you When you're Twen ty- three
And you still act Like you're In fresh man year
What the hell Is wrong with me
My friends say I should act my age
That's a bout the time That she
Broke up with me
No one should Take them selves So se ri ous ly
With ma ny Years a head To fall in line
Why would you Wish that on me
I ne ver want To act my age
What's my age a gain
What's my age a gain
What's my age a gain
