[Intro: band hits on every word, shouted] Allston Sunday Doors at three All ages [Verse 1: Lou, gravel voice] Lou, fifty four, I fix the boilers in Dorchester Brace on my knee, I'm a lower back professor Saw a flyer on a pole, forty years on Brighton Avenue Sunday matinee, all ages, and I thought, what the hell, me too Called up Marty, called up Tonya, we been tight since eighty seven Fifteen in a basement, sweat dripping off the pipes, it was heaven Tonya said, my jacket doesn't zip, I said, it never did Marty said, I'm bringing earplugs, Lou, we're not a bunch of kids [Hook: gang shouts] All ages (all ages) Doors at three, we're home by six All ages (all ages) Bad knees, same old kicks Fifteen or fifty four, somebody hits the floor, you pick him up All ages (all ages), that's the rule, and that's enough [Verse 2: Marty, nasal voice] Marty, orthodontist, I do retainers out in Newton Glasses on a cord and a fleece vest I look cute in Kid at the door with green hair drew a big black X on my hand I said, son, I'm fifty four, he said, it's policy, my man Same sticky floor, same bathroom with the door torn off Same sign says no stage diving, and somebody tore the no off Then the first chord hit my fillings like a drill without the numb And I screamed so loud my glasses fogged, I swallowed half my gum [Verse 3: Tonya, teacher's bark] Tonya, vice principal in Roxbury, I run detention tight Leather from eighty nine, same red lipstick, same old bite Front row, three of mine, it's Jaylen, Bree, and Little Mike They turn around and see me and they freeze up in the light I said, relax, it's Sunday, there's no hall pass in the pit Somebody hits the floor, you pick him up, and that is it [Hook: gang shouts] All ages (all ages) Doors at three, we're home by six All ages (all ages) Bad knees, same old kicks Fifteen or fifty four, somebody hits the floor, you pick him up All ages (all ages), that's the rule, and that's enough [Double-Time: one line each, Lou, then Marty, then Tonya, then all three, no commas] Circle pit is spinning and my knee is making noises like the boiler in a triple decker in December Elbow in my ribs I say I'm sorry and the kid says sorry and we spin around the circle like a blender Jaylen's flying past me so I holler at him walk don't run like I'm a hallway monitor that's on a bender Marty hits the floor and fifty hands come down and lift him up before he even has a second to remember [Breakdown: half time, heavy, gang shouts] Somebody falls (Pick him up) Lost his glasses (Pick 'em up) Fifty four (Pick him up) Fifteen (Pick him up) [Verse 4: all three trading lines, Lou first] Then I climbed up on the stage, and the knee brace clicked every step I yelled, Lou, you're fifty four, he yelled back, Tonya, not yet Told the singer, tell my wife the furnace filter's by the stairs And he went like a recliner tipping backward through the air And who's front row with their hands up, Jaylen, Bree, and Little Mike Three kids she gave detention catch a boiler man in flight Then a girl with safety pins found Marty's glasses on the floor Folded them and handed them back, and that's what the pit is for [Final Hook: gang shouts, crowd joins] All ages (all ages) Doors at three, we're home by six All ages (all ages) Bad knees, same old kicks Fifteen or fifty four, somebody hits the floor, you pick him up All ages (all ages), that's the rule, and that's enough [Outro: band stops, spoken] Ice on the knee Glasses on the cord Jaylen See you Monday
