I remember when
Weekends used to be
Two, three shots followed
By a couple others
Wake up, have a beer
Never needed to recover
A cold, red Gatorade and I'd feel great
Now it's a bottle of Advil
And a whole next day
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get it done
Like they did before
Yeah, the cold hard truth is
Gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is
A hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wakе up
And think I'm twenty-three
All my elders usеd to tell me
This would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
Tr you think that's bad
Stupid jokes would make her laugh
Compliments would make her smile
Kisses on her neck
Always used to drive her wild
All the things I used to do
I can't get away with
Like sayin' golfin' with the boys is
A business trip
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get it done like they did before
Yeah, the cold, hard truth is
Gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is
A hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wake up
And think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me
This would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
Here we go
All my old, old tricks
They just don't work anymore
Break it down
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get it done
Like they did before
Yeah, the cold, hard truth is
Gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me
Is a hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wake up
And think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me
This would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
We ain't gettin' any younger are we