Twenty-Three

I say Bowie was wrong
25 is just fine
But 23 is the hardest age to be
I'm no longer invincible
But I'm not old enough to be wise
I have bags under my eyes and RSI
I still party like there's no tomorrow
Even through the thrill is through
But tomorrow I have a job interview
23 is the hardest age to be
You can give me 24 any time you like
At 25 my pre-frontal cortex will be fully developed
Right now it's not quite
But that's not an excuse to sleep all day and stay up half the night, and
I've learnt nothing about saving
Even less about love
And I want to take you out tonight
But I owe 40 grand to the government, and
23 is the hardest age to be
I'll take 46 and accomplished any day, any day, any day
All the 30 year olds I know
Know exactly who they are
They have careers to define them
And money for cashew nuts and good wine
When I was 21
I only knew that I was drunk
And the student of some university
Once that was enough for me
But now I'd like to be 29 if you'd please
Because 23
Is the hardest age to be
Bring on my birthday
Bring on that sweet, sweet birthday cake
Send me some money from grandma
Get me out of this terrible age please
Bring on my birthday
We'll go out for BYO Japanese
With my money from grandma
Oh, this purgatory is killing me
23 is the hardest
23 is the hardest age to be
23 is the hardest
23 is the hardest age
It's the hardest age to be, Mr Bowie