When I was only 17 couldn't wait for twenty one I'd hang around on Clayton St in the bars there getting drunk A baseball cap and a fake I'd would get me in the clubs Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was Well, I'm premed here at UGA Live on Millage Avenue I was raised over in Buckhead I drive a BMW I was breaking hearts And taking names and numbers just for fun Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one Well Thursdays came And pocket change would quickly disappear Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern We'd pay a nickel for the beer Shooting pool, smoking cigarettes With a dizzy head and a grin 4 A.M. on a school night Still hanging out with my friends One hour sleep on a dirty coach No shower off to school Smelling just like a brewery With a bad hangover too The teachers all would ha**le me "Stay awake Pay Attention" I was catching hell wishing I was twenty one The youngest one of all my friends I didn't act my age Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades Now I look back and have to smile Cause boy it was fun Being seventeen wishing I was twenty one Now I'm only twenty six Feeling more like forty three My hair lines disappearing And I never get IDed My clothes are out of fashion No I'm not cool anymore In the bed by ten o clock each night And up at half past four Still I go down To that college town When the Bulldogs play at home I drink keg beer from a trash can 'Till the whole damn thing is gone Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young I just check them out and say "Damn I wish I was twenty one"