Fifty Lyrics
Kid Rock Fifty
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
Some say I'm old as f..ck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
No need to look it up
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But I still don't give one f..ck
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I'm still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm going bold
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, woo
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright
Ah shit
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
No more groupies o-on the bus (I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys-R-Us
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember f..cking one
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be f..cking fifty
I think I just shit my pants
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, f..ck 'em
They can get deez nuts, yeehaw
Some say I'm old as f..ck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
No need to look it up
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But I still don't give one f..ck
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I'm still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm going bold
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, woo
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be f..cking fifty
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright
Ah shit
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
No more groupies o-on the bus (I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys-R-Us
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember f..cking one
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be f..cking fifty
I think I just shit my pants
Well I guess I'm f..cking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I'm f..cking fifty
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, f..ck 'em
They can get deez nuts, yeehaw




