My mommy got married when she was nineteen Back when the boys were fresh and the sheets were clean Next year she had me, it was quite a scene Now I still live with her though I'm past my teens Yeah, I'm twenty one, twenty two Here it comes Twenty three strikes you're out I remember college, oh boy That was fun I can count the times I nearly came undone Then I gratuated college, oh boy That was dumb Now I'm sitting here counting birthdays Count them one by one Count them twenty one, twenty two Here it comes Twenty three strikes you're out They say and I agree We're bred on apathy Majored in masturbation Ph.D. in crastination My hands are tired and I'm All out of inspiration I could do so many things, I I cant't decide So I'm under the covers where it's safe inside Now I'm on the beach and hoping for a tide To come and carry me on some magic carpet ride I was out of work, I got a job but the pay was sh** Twenty three strikes you're out