20 Something Songtext
von John Reuben

Oh no, rubonic plague
If there′s money to be made
Shock and awe, show no shame
Novelty, rap fame
Turn it up, that's my jam
Two dollar cover, get your hand stamped
Through the doors, hit the floor
Dance, dance, dance, dance party
Who′s got our money?
Who's got our good time?
In good conscience
And if it's alright
Bold, bright in the lights
Flashes by, caught your eye
Saved you a spot in line
Anxiously we wait outside


People to meet, places to be
Twenty something′s magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed

Let′s party like it's ′95
And I just left Watkins Memorial High
Spare change enough to survive
On a full time gig, loving life
When that gets old, we'll soon follow
Middle aged pop star role models
Speak to sons and daughters
Living off time that′s borrowed
Big city, thirties twenty
Move to the beat like you're in a hurry
Midlife crisis happens early
Calm down or get out of town
A little rebellion is better than settling
Sex, drugs and self control
Act like you belong
Rock the show, now it′s time to go


People to meet, places to be
Twenty something's magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed
People to meet, places to be
Twenty something's magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed

Meet me in the square with pomade in your hair
Toy guns and strip mall plugs
Look ′em in the eyes with a confident stare
A firm handshake and a little bit of luck
Drift away on dreams for few
Cut your teeth on the moon, you′re coming down soon
Either late to the party or early to grow up
Eventually, eventually

People to meet, places to be
Twenty something's magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed