Standard (EADGBE)

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)

[B-5]

(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

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.