[VERSE 1]
G C
Well I drive an old truck, and I coach a little league, and I drink a little too much beer
D G
I got a little fat, and my beard is getting grey, and I think everybody is queer
G C
I gotta go to work, and I gotta get the kids, and I’m plotting out my own demise
D G
But I’m drinking up tonight just to tell you all how you all look through my eyes
[CHORUS 1]
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re a son-of-a-bitch
D G G7
I might be falling apart but the joke’s on you from the start
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re ugly as a dog
D G G7
Please don’t take this so hard, or we might leave you out in the yard
C G D G
I might be 40, I don’t need this shit, I might just quit, cause you’re a son-of-a-bitch
G C D G (2X)
[VERSE 2]
G C
Well I’ve never swiped right, and I’ve never made quiche, and I don’t know what the Bible says
D G
About passing out drunk in out in my old sweatpants, and snoring in my wife’s forehead
G C
I still dream of waking up on a desert isle with Jess Mckillop there
D G
But then I wake up on the couch in the morning with about 10 more grey hairs
[CHORUS 2]
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re a son-of-a-bitch
D G G7
I might be falling apart but the joke’s on you from the start
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re so stupid it’s a sin
D G G7
Please don’t curse at the Lord, cause you won a Darwin Award
C G D G
I might be 40, I don’t need this shit, I might just quit, cause you’re a son-of-a-bitch
G C D G (2X)
[VERSE 3]
G C
Well I got laid twice and I’m trying to remember, the best parts in my mind
D G
And I’m sweeping the garage and I’m putting on a roof, and I’m dreaming of my wife’s behind
G C
I drop’em on off and I pick’em back up and they don’t look any different to me
D G
It’s the middle ages in the middle of the night and I’m writing this song about thee
[CHORUS 3]
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re a son-of-a-bitch
D G G7
I might be falling apart but the joke’s on you from the start
C G G7
I might be 40, but you’re a pussy and a fraud
D G G7
Please don’t take this hard, my older brother’s giving wedgies out in the yard
C G D G
I might be 40, I don’t need this shit, I might just quit, cause you’re a son-of-a-bitch
D G
I might just quit, cause you’re a son-of-a-bitch
G C D G (4X)