When I was only seventeen, 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.
When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry`s Tavern, we`d pay a nickel for every beer
Shootin` pool, smokin` cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
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 homecoming parades
Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
Bein` seventeen, wishin` I was twenty one
Now I`m only twenty six, feelin` more like fourty three
My hairline`s disappearing, and I never get ID`d
My clothes are out of fashion, no I`m not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o`clock each night, and up at half-past four
Still I go down to that college down when the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone
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
