Karaoké Twenty-One Corey Smith

When I was only seventeen

I couldn't wait for twenty-one

I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk

A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs

Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was

I'd say I'm pre-Med. here at UGA

Live on Milledge Avenue

I was raised over in Buckhead

I drive a BMW

I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun

Stealin' kisses

Wishin' I was twenty-one

Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear

Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern we'd pay a nickel for the beer

Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin

At four A.M. on a school night still hangin' out with my friends

One hour's sleep on a dirty couch

No shower, off to school

Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too

The teachers all would hassle me

Stay awake, pay attention

I was catchin' hell

Wishin' I was twenty-one

The youngest one of all my friends

I didn't act my age

Too cool for the football games and the homecomin' parades

Now I'm somewhere in the grey of middle class and middle age

The man in the mirror looks more like my father every day

My clothes are out of fashion

My hair is gettin' thin

And my favorite conversation starts with I remember when

Still we go down to that college town

Dancin' at the Eighties bar

We drink until we feel a whole lot cooler than we are

Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young

And I just check 'em out and say Damn

I wish I was twenty-one