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48, forty eight Another year It ain’t so great turning 48 Your teeth done fell out Everybody screaming what’s that stench coming from your mouth? Or is it your *** Who knows but you stink and everyone is plugging their nose It’s quite the combination of Ben Gay and Support ***** hose You suddenly smell like the yoga room at the old folks home When you turn 48 it’s suddenly surgeries galore Broken bones You can’t get up off the floor The kids are yelling…….. **** you’re old While you’re walking around in a blanket when it’s 80° degrees cause you’re always cold Like a day old loaf of bread, your beginning to mold When you turn 48  your officially old It’s walkers with tennis ***** Garage sales, And haggling over a dime You need to get a watch because you’re asking everybody if they got the time You can’t wait for it to be over You’re not feeling fine Don’t forget to pay your life insurance or they won’t pay a dime They’ll throw you to the vultures It happens all the time Turning 48 is like committing a crime
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
48, It’s Not Great, It’s Just Old
48, forty eight Another year It ain’t so great turning 48 Your teeth done fell out Everybody screaming what’s that stench coming from your mouth? Or is it your *** Who knows but you stink and everyone is plugging their nose It’s quite the combination of Ben Gay and Support ***** hose You suddenly smell like the yoga room at the old folks home When you turn 48 it’s suddenly surgeries galore Broken bones You can’t get up off the floor The kids are yelling…….. **** you’re old While you’re walking around in a blanket when it’s 80° degrees cause you’re always cold Like a day old loaf of bread, your beginning to mold When you turn 48  your officially old It’s walkers with tennis ***** Garage sales, And haggling over a dime You need to get a watch because you’re asking everybody if they got the time You can’t wait for it to be over You’re not feeling fine Don’t forget to pay your life insurance or they won’t pay a dime They’ll throw you to the vultures It happens all the time Turning 48 is like committing a crime
Shane-Stoops
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
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