[Verse 1] Six years old with a cardboard sword, King of the couch and the hardwood floor, Plywood ramp and a hand-down bike, Mom says “don’t” — that just means try Sixteen, keys and a half-a-tank, Three dumb friends and an empty bank, One “bet you won’t” and that’s enough, Little bit stupid, little too tough. [Pre-Chorus] They say someday we’ll settle down Yeah Maybe someday, Just not now. Put the tie on, punch the clock Still thirteen when the suit comes off [Chorus] Boys just wanna have fun — ’No matter our age, we play like boys Making way too much damn noise. Beat-up bike to a muscle car, Garage band to a backyard bar, Hair goes gray, but the toys still stay There’s no bone we’re afraid to break Never a dare that we won’t run Cause Boys, just wanna have fun. Cause Boys, just wanna have fun. [Verse 2] Twenty-five with a paycheck now, Buy something dumb to figure out Staying out till half past two Like we always meant to do Thirty-five we still keep score From the dare we made back in ‘94 Name the lawnmore, lift the truck An IRA but Nerf gun in the trunk [Pre-Chorus 2] There’s always one dude says “watch this” We know it’s dumb, don’t give a flip Own my house, know my credit score, Still race you through the grocery store. [Chorus] Boys just wanna have fun — ’No matter our age, we play like boys Making way too much damn noise. Beat-up bike to a muscle car, Garage band to a backyard bar, Hair goes gray, but the toys still stay There’s no bone we’re afraid to break Never a dare that we won’t run Cause Boys, just wanna have fun. Boys, just wanna have fun. … … [Post-Chorus] Hey! Who said growing up meant growing old? Some things we just aren’t meant to outgrow [Verse 3] Forty-five with a bad left knee, Still says wait one more for me Dad jokes land with a deadpan groan, Laugh twice as hard as when I’m alone Fifty-five a little more gray, but never quite too old to play Who throws farther, who drives faster Same damn story, more disaster [laughtrack] … [solo] … [Bridge — half-time, gang vocals] You can raise good kids, you can pay your dues, Watch the evening news in dirt cheap shoes, Be a boss, be someone’s dad, Still yell: ROAD TRIP[screamed] like a maniac [group of young men chant] (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Final Chorus — double time] Boys just wanna have fun — Seventeen to seventy-one, Give us wheels, give us toy guns Something noisy when it runs. Life gets heavy, better stay young We just wanna joke and prank and run Raise the stakes to a hundred one Boys just wanna have fun. Cause Boys just wanna have fun. Boys just wanna have fun. ..: [Outro — spoken over the riff] “Think we can make that jump?” … “Absolutely not.” “Let’s do it” [sound of car engines revving hard] [epic punk-rock riff into final faded chorus, vintage tape grain] Boys just wanna have fun — ’No matter our age, we play like boys Making way too much damn noise. Beat-up bike to a muscle car, Garage band to a backyard bar, Hair goes gray, but the toys still stay There’s no bone we’re afraid to break Never a chance we’re too old to take Never a dare that we won’t run Cause Boys, just wanna have fun. Boys, just wanna have fun. … … [solo]
