Men of a certain age are weary Everything rolls along Nothing has changed for 30 years now It's still the same old song Apathy for your anger Compromise replaced your rage Things you once stood for Now you stay seated Men of a certain age ♪ And men of a certain age are grumpy Nothing has turned out right All of those things you hoped to accomplish Seem to be set aside Where is that great adventure? How can I turn the page? Rub it all out and start it over Men of a certain age But who told you to quit? Who said to step down? Who said to stop running? Who said that time had been called on your day? Who said the anointing had been taken away? Oh, the battle is won, the kingdom is come It's time to start running So pick up that baton and get back in the race Men of a certain age Men of a certain age are heroes At least in their children's eyes Standing for what they once believed in No hint of compromise Running the race with patience Until their final day Faithful in every word and deed You men of a certain age For who told you to quit? Who said to step down? Who said to stop running? Who said that time had been called on your day? Who said the anointing had been taken away? Oh, the battle is won, the kingdom is come It's time to start running So pick up that baton and get back in the race Men of a certain age Oh, pick up that baton and get back in the race Men of a certain age