Daddy said I'm a big boy now,
That I'm five years old.
I know how to clean my room,
without being told.
I can't wait until I'm six,
how big will I be?
I'll even learn to ride my bike,
just you wait and see.

Tomorrow is my birthday
and I will be fifteen.
I think school is such a drag,
you know what I mean?
I need to get me a job
so I can get a car.
They're hiring way down on main,
but don't want to walk that far.

I wish I'd gone to college, dad.
Just like you had said.
I just wouldn't listen,
couldn't get it through my head.
I already made mistakes.
I'm lucky to be alive.
I hoped that I'd be famous,
when I was twenty-five.

Seems like things are changing, dad.
I finally found a girl.
She loves me like I love her,
to me she is my world.
So many things happening,
can't believe I'm thirty-five.
Things are good, like you said they would.
I'm glad I took the dive.

My hair has started turning gray.
I am really feeling old.
Gray makes us look distinguished,
at least that's what I'm told.
So on this day in November,
everyone will see.
A cake with many candles,
saying happy forty-fifth to me!
(November 10, 1960)