You spent your twenties feeling
That you're walking on the ceiling,
And you party like you're eight feet tall.
You say working's for the birds,
Chasing dreams in mini skirts,
From here everything seems small.
Then thirties come around,
And you finally feel the ground,
Look around and maybe start planning
For what the future holds.
And though you're far from old,
Your moisturizer's been less time tanning.
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in,
You're starting to look like all of your friends,
Conversations turning from rock ‘n' roll
To kids and politics and how much money you owe.
Got bags under your eyes,
Bigger hips and bigger thighs,
You got places you can't even itch,
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it,
But you're never gonna beat it
‘Cause gravity is a bitch.
Forty's kinda boring,
And you spend your time ignoring
The thangs you don't see so clear.
Your reflection in the glass
Is gonna knock you on you ass,
You wonder how the hell to get down here.
You're happy in your fifties,
Though, things are kinda shifty.
At sixty you find peace of mind,
Go to bed at 8 o'clock,
And comb your hair if you still got it
‘Cause you're almost at the finish line.
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in,
You're starting to look like all of your friends,
Conversations turning from rock ‘n' roll
To kids and politics and how much money you owe.
Got bags under your eyes,
Bigger hips and bigger thighs,
You got places you can't even itch,
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it,
But you're never gonna beat it
‘Cause gravity is a bitch.
Yeah, gravity is a bitch.
I'm here to tell ya,
Gravity is a bitch.