Me and the boys that I knew in school Are thirty years old and, stubborn as a herd of mules We get all cleaned up on a Saturday night We say yes to the girls when they ask if they look alright Load up the cars and ride around Roll down the windows and we go to town And we talk too slow, drive too fast We're high on life and low on gas Tryin' to make the way things are The way things used to be The boys and me The phone rings it's the call of the wild And the clothes we wear have finally come back in style We got some tall tales that we love to tell They may not be true But we sure do remember them well We work hard to have a little fun Roll up our sleeves and get the job done son Repeats twice