My birthday is coming this very week.
It's probably why i seem such a freak.
In spite of my taking great quantities of drug;
It's still not so easy being a light-hearted Doug.
To scam my way through my life in New York.
To produce and direct this Wednesday's PORK.
To constantly be cleaning my ******* bedroom.
It's just too much to add to this winter's gloom.
And to top it all off, I can't believe that it's true
But somehow this week I'll turn Forty-Two!
****!  How's it add up?  ****!  How can I win?
I guess I could say, "I'm twenty-one!  Again."
I mean in a nightclub bathed by red light
Not even my corpse would look much a fright.
A shower, a haircut and with any luck
I'll get what i want... a rowdy long ****.
So I'm road worn and rattled and nothing is new.
For crissakes almighty I'll be forty-two!
The thing about aging, as best I divine
Is doing it all for a great second time.
So that rowdy long ****... better make it a double.
I'm ****** up and crazy and looking for trouble.
A dangerous outlook for someone my age?
I got here today without skipping a page
And I've already committed most every sin.
Who cares what will happen?  I'm twenty-one!  Again.