Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Turned forty-three on a Tuesday Bought myself some hot wings and beer Got a text from my buddy “I’m engaged Man!” That’s Like The fifth one this year Every girl I meet’s got a stroller Or a therapist on speed dial Or she says “I’m your type Except I’m your bro” Then winks and buys me a Sprite [Chorus] I’m single at forty-three It’s just my pickup and me All the good ones got hitched The wild ones scared off my priest I’m swipin’ I’m tryin’ I’m fine Can’t you see? If love’s a game It benched me I’m single at forty-three [Verse 2] Had a date at the sports bar Friday She brought her “emotional support snake” I said “I’m more of a dog guy Baby” She said “He can tell if you’re fake” Next girl wanted matching crystals Moon charts and kombucha shots I just wanted tacos and Netflix She asked what time I pray to the rocks [Chorus] I’m single at forty-three It’s just my pickup and me All the good ones got hitched The wild ones scared off my priest I’m swipin’ I’m tryin’ I’m fine Can’t you see? If love’s a game It benched me I’m single at forty-three [Bridge] Maybe it’s me and my old blue jeans Maybe it’s them and their ten-page needs Got my bills paid Got a backyard grill Got a dog that thinks I’m a big damn deal (oh yeah) [Chorus] I’m single at forty-three It’s just my pickup and me If crazy’s the cover charge I’ll drink my beer and stay free I’m swipin’ I’m tryin’ I’m fine Can’t you see? ‘Til one right woman finds me I’m single at forty-three
Tags
rock, Crunchy modern rock with swaggering Texas roadhouse groove; mid-tempo stomp, fuzzed rhythm guitars and greasy slide licks. Male vocals, half-smirk delivery on verses, big shout-along gang vocals on chorus. Thick bass locked with a behind-the-beat kick, crashes on punchlines. Brief talky breakdown before last chorus, guitars open up with brighter overdrive and a lazy bendy solo weaving around the vocal ad-libs.
Duration
2:53
Instrumental
No
Created
1/18/2026