27-17-28 Lyrics

I remember birthdays of all my childhood friends

Every Rock musician and every band they're in

Each and every player on years of Cowboy teams

Every Mav and Ranger, and Longhorn, so it seems

Ask me for a number, a telephone or door

Every date I've ever had and perfume that she wore

I can name celebrities and tell you if they're dead

But I'll be damned I can't recall a thing that you just said

It's not that I don't love you or that I just don't care

There's a lifetime of bullshit rolling 'round up there

Twenty-seven, seventeen, turn around two-eight

Oh, that's just my locker combination I had in seventh grade

Zeppelin, Beatles albums, I'll list them first to last

Name you every muscle, nerve, and bone a body has

If I had two dimes to give you every time you say

I'd twenty-seven, seventeen, turn around two-eight

Not that I don't love you or that I just don't care

There's a lifetime of bullshit rolling 'round up there

There's got to be cure for this, please give me one more day

Then we'll twenty-seven, seventeen, turn around two-eight

I can order beer in tongues that span the entire world

Call the pitch that's coming before the baseball's hurled

Daily Will Shortz puzzles, I do in ballpoint pen

Play that Kevin Bacon game, and never let you win

It's not that I don't love you or that I just don't care

There's a lifetime of bullshit rolling 'round up there

Twenty-seven, seventeen, turn around two-eight

Oh, that's just my locker combination I had in seventh grade