When She Turns 50

The tavern's open again
The line-up who light up will surely decide the fate
Of these incorrigibles
Who plaster their messages up on the interstate

When she turns 50
I might be dead

But acting happy again
For singing his songs about rush-hour traffic jams
When the vodka kicks in
A night at the Rockies, digging in for the slam

When she turn 50
I'll bake the bread
I'll bake the bread