'Seventeen' was an underfunded comedy About love and d** and girls and immortality And most of the jokes just kinda hung around and died 'Nineteen' was a 90 second short About a cartoon kid who sits and drinks on his porch And gets pissed He took one good swipe at his wrist but he missed so he lived These teenage chicks, they grow up so quick I swear they must get s**ed up by the television And we're still losing lights in the fight for the teenage liberation 'Twenty three' was a shot of straight frustration Flying down the pathways, he was dying in the bars He mostly ate all his meals in his car 'Twenty nine' was the end of the line He stayed up for 16 nights at a stretch, he was wrecked You could see all the veins in his neck when he flexed These senior cla** chicks, they're the easiest to kiss They got nothing to lose and they know it You just fill up their cup at the keg a couple a times And it's pretty much up to you not to blow it All the coolest guys have all the coolest rides But they're colliding with the inanimation We're still losing lights in the fight for the teenage liberation Teenage heat is a warm and wet and heavy situation Such sweaty exultation and soft, sharp penetration On unsupervised vacations Kissing boys and getting wasted Hot and soft and generally complacent 'Seventeen' is an underfunded comedy