[Verse 1]
The tavern's open again
The line-up who light up will surely decide the fate
Of these incorrigibles
Who plaster their messages up on the interstate

[Chorus]
When she turns fifty
I might be dead

[Verse 2]
But acting happy again
For singing his songs about rush-hour traffic jams
When the vodka kicks in
A night at the Rockies, digging in for the slam

[Chorus]
When she turn fifty
I'll bake the bread
I'll bake the bread