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 things 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 that 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