Some might say I look hungover from my birthday
But at least we raised our arms and got low.
You could worry about my stomach
But the extent of the damage you couldn’t really know.
So maybe I’ll quit partying
Like Regis quit his show,
I’m certainly not young,
Everyday I tend to grow,
But maybe I’ll curl up like a baby,
Grab an apple and get with the flow.
I know one thing’s for sure,
I ain’t shoveling this bullshit snow.
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