| He’s out there somewhere every night
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| The music’s playin' loud
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| He’s doing all-a those fifty’s steps
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| He’s in a 1980 crowd
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| Dim lights hide the milage line
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| Clairol hides the gray
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| And he won’t mention anything
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| To give his old age away
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| Oh Lord, he’s thirty-nine an he’s holdin'
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| He’s holdin' everything that he can
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| From seventeen to twenty-five
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| He’ll prove he’s still a man
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| Hey boy, you’re holding to a candle
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| And it’s a-burning at both ends
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| Thirty-nine and holding
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| A-holdin' everything that I can
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| Well, now you can bet he’ll never see
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| Thirty-nine, again
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| Son, you oughta given up a long time ago
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| But you just keep on hangin' in He still thinks that he’s the man
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| That he once used to be Boy, you’re just thirty-nine
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| And you’re dreamin'
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| Acting twenty-three
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| Oh-oh, he’s thirty-nine, he’s holdin'
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| Holdin' everything that he can
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| From seventeen to twenty-five
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| He’ll prove he’s still a man
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| He’s a-holding to a candle
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| My God, it’s burning at both ends!
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| He’s thirty-nine and he’s holdin'
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| Holdin' everything he can |