Pauly's twenty-five
He's having a tough life
And maybe a few words from you
Could help him to see
He's at an awkward age
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But what's a young man to do
But grab all he can
Cause it's such a short life span
So gather every smell, touch, taste and sound
Loud and proud as you expound
All you've learned of life in twenty-five years
Make no mistake you're one of a kind
Hold on fast to what you find
Your childlike charm can't last past
Twenty-five years
Friday's once a week
And Pauly's time ain't cheap
So if he needs warmth from you
That's where you ought to be
It's such a Godless age
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But what's a mad world to do
But ask all it can
You can't be also ran
So gather every smell, touch, taste and sound
Though you think you've been around
There's more to life than just your twenty-five years
Rather than watch world problems compound
See yourself in with the hip crowd
It's not your fault of course
It's twenty-five years