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Lyrics
Verse 1)
Four-zero hit like a wrecking ball
My body’s auditioning for a hospital hall
Mentally I’m eighteen, ready to ride
But my lower back’s holding a protest inside
Used to climb trees without a second thought
Now I pull a hamstring just tying a knot!
(Verse 2)
My brain’s screaming "Party till the sun comes up!"
My spine says "Hey buddy, put a warm compress up"
I’m forty years young with an eighty-year frame
Swapping mosh pit bruises for a heating pad frame!
Still got the angst, still got the drive
Just need three days of rest if I wanna survive!
(Chorus)
Forty years old, but I’m eighteen at heart!
My body’s eighty years old and it’s falling apart!
I’m a punk rock kid trapped in a broken machine
Living like a senior with the brain of a teen!
Yeah, my joints make a sound like a snare drum beat
As I drag my old bones out to the middle of the street!
(Verse 3)
I’m buying power tools, I’m checking the weather
Trying to keep my knees and my sanity together
Got a punk playlist blasting in a sensible van
Doing aggressive yard work like a mad old man!
(Chorus)
Forty years old, but I’m eighteen at heart!
My body’s eighty years old and it’s falling apart!
I’m a punk rock kid trapped in a broken machine
Living like a senior with the brain of a teen!
(Bridge)
(Drum roll building up)
Eighteen in my mind! (Yeah!)
Eighty in my spine! (Ouch!)
Forty on the clock!
AND I STILL WANNA ROCK!
(One! Two! Three! Stretch!)
(Fast Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Forty years old, but I’m eighteen at heart!
My body’s eighty years old and it’s falling apart!
I’m a punk rock kid trapped in a broken machine
Living like a senior with the brain of a teen!
(Outro)
Brain of a teen!
Pass the ibuprofen!
Forty and loud!
Details
GeneratedSep 7, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
male, punk rock, use shell chords, aggressive, rebellious
Credits
Prompt byGreentoBlue124
ModelAria v5.5
