_____________________ Aaron, you’re twenty-one Now you can drink () The night away So go out and have some fun Oh, Aaron, you’re growing up, Soon you’ll be lying In an alleyway Throwing up Happy birthday, Aaron (you son of a bitch) Have a piece of cake (you son of a bitch) Blow out all the candles And make a wish (you son of a bitch) (Twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one…) His name is Aaron Ackerson, he’s turning twenty-one. His spiral into oldness Has officially begun. Austin gave him nothing, Grievre gave him less, Limekle gave him the finger, and I gave him a dress. Spacecat, another year’s gone by It seems like it’s only been the blink of an eye You’ve been rappin’ and chillin’ for twenty-one years Now you got no choice but to drink a lot of beers ‘till it’s coming out your ears, so get down to Sears, Grab a mug, fill it up, raise it up and say “Cheers” You’re the flyest, tightest amateur DJ You even did a show in your Scooby Doo PJs Damn! Congratulations, Aaron You’re twenty-one and you’re glarin’ You’re two years out of your teens And baby, you know what that means Now you’re a man! (Man!) A man, man, man! Now you’re a man! (Man!) A manny manny man, A man, man, man! (Man!) You are now a man, You’re a maaaan… now you’re a maaaayon.