Twenty Three Strikes Lyrics

My mommy got married when she was nineteen
Back when the boys were fresh and the sheets were clean
Next year she had me, it was quite a scene
Now I still live with her though I'm past my teens
Yeah, I'm twenty one, twenty two
Here it comes
Twenty three strikes you're out

I remember college, oh boy
That was fun
I can count the times I nearly came undone
Then I gratuated college, oh boy
That was dumb
Now I'm sitting here counting birthdays
Count them one by one
Count them twenty one, twenty two
Here it comes
Twenty three strikes you're out

They say and I agree
We're bred on apathy
Majored in masturbation
Ph.D. in crastination
My hands are tired and I'm
All out of inspiration
I could do so many things, I
I cant't decide
So I'm under the covers where it's safe inside
Now I'm on the beach and hoping for a tide
To come and carry me on some magic carpet ride

I was out of work, I got a job but the pay was s***
Twenty three strikes you're out