[Intro – Instrumental Break] (Optional banjo/fiddle flourish) [Verse 1] I got a buddy named Tommy, just turned sixty Tall, real smiley, and he's so damn thrifty Born and raised up in Wisconsin Best personal injury lawyer on East Coast [Chorus] Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Yeah, all the boys love him... …and so do we. [Verse 2] A big bottom, oh, the boys love him One third his age, they can't get enough of him That man, he ain't got a flaw No, no, Tommy, the best there ever was [Chorus] Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him [Verse 3 – Extended] He's like a fine wine, getting better with age The boys go wild every time he hits the stage Handsome, his bum so free No one ever thought that he'd live past 33 He’ll steal your man, then pay your bail He’s got lube on tap and a train on the rail His will’s got clauses just for toys Tommy don’t date—he employs [Verse 4] But he's still got it, he's the best there ever was I wanna know how he does it, man, I wanna know the cause Handsome, smart, what more can I say? We love you, Tommy, you're the best in the USA [Bridge – Spoken/Slowed for Emphasis] He keeps a paddle hangin’ right by the bed With the frat boys beggin’, “Can I go next?” He reads law briefs in nothin’ but lace While someone’s beggin’ for a warm embrace So raise your glass to this libertine king He’s got Wall Street weeping over one-night flings Billionaire husbands just waitin’ in line But Tommy says, “Honey, I got plenty of time” [Chorus – Refrain with Sass] Tommy, lookin’ fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Tommy, with a crop and a whisky All the boys love him Yeah, all the boys… beggin’ for a taste of him… [Verse 5] He's got a jockstrap signed by RuPaul And a sling in the den hangin' next to the disco ball He hosts a brunch where the mimosas pour Then he’s back in leather, beggin' “Daddy, give me more” [Verse 6] Tommy likes 'em tanned, tattooed, and dumb He’s got a stable full of studs who just wanna make him cum They call him "Coach" when they bend on down He'll spank that peach till it blushes brown [Verse 7 – Finale Verse] On Friday night he’s the dungeon king With a harness, heels, and a cock-ring bling A gavel in one hand, gin in the other Making frat boys cry like they miss their mother He’s got tattoos in places you ain’t seen And his kitchen counter's rarely clean He don’t cook, but he sure can stir When he's moanin’ low in his Gucci fur [Final Chorus – Outro] Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Tommy, lookin' fabulous at sixty All the boys love him Oh, all the boys love him... and honey, we sure do too.
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