beastie_boy

On the occasion of my 27th birthday, dedicated to the 17 year old I used to be, who wondered about this shit:

What will it be like when I get old?
Will I still hop on my bike, and ride around town?
Will I still want to be someone, and not just sit around?
I don't want to be like other adults, cause they've already died.
Cool and condescending, fosilized.
Will I be rich?
Will I be poor?
Will I still sleep on the floor?
What will it be like when I get...
What will I be like when I get...
What will it be like when I get old?
Will I still kiss my girlfriend, and try to grab her ass?
Will I still hate the cops and have no class?
Will all my grown up friends say they've seen it all before?
They say "Hey act your age" and I'm immature.
Will I do myself proud, or only what's allowed?
What will it be like when I get...
What will I be like when I get...
What will it be like when I get old?
Will I sit around and talk about the old days?
Sit around and watch TV.
I never want to go that way.
Never burn out, not fade away.
As I travel through my time, will I like what I find?
What will it be like when I get...
What will I be like when I get...
What will it be like when I get old?

- the Descendents