[Verse 1: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]
My old man loves a slap at the pub
One hundred stiff down the plug
"It's just money", he says, "Can't take it when you're dead"
Fends off my disputes with a shrug

[Verse 2: Ruby Fields]
The sad thing, Dad, is we all lag behind
With pokie machines and speeding fines
The bank of life says that we're all in deep debt
So money's quite nice to have while alive

[Pre-Chorus: Ruby Fields]
So we'll just exchange a judgemental gaze
While he slaps and I sip on my ciggie
His wallet's having as much fun as the air in my lungs
It's as bad as him smokin' 'em with me

[Chorus: Ruby Fields]
Oh, the age
Oh, the ages

[Verse 3: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]
My old man loves a slap at the pub
Sticks to light beer, it's nicer on his gut
"It's better", he says, "than headaches in bed
And it's winning me points with your mum"
[Pre-Chorus: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]
So we'll just exchange an eye-level gaze
'Fore the taxi man gives him a call
"It's good to see you, Dad"; "You too, possum, I'm glad
To see that you're not smoking anymore"
I lie and walk around the block and light another one

[Chorus: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]
Oh, the age
Oh, the ages
Oh, the age
Oh, the ages