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 a combination of Ben Gay and Support ***** hose
Yep, you suddenly smell like the yoga room at the old folks home
When you turn 48 it’s suddenly surgeries galore
Broken bones and you can’t get up off the floor
The kids are yelling, **** you’re old
And you’re walking around in a blanket when it’s 80° degrees cause you’re always cold
Like a loaf of bread, your beginning to mold
When you turn 48  that’s 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