You won't catch him paintin' high-dollar highlights in his hairnOr knockin' down walls in a mall lookin' for a hip shirt to wearnAnd he ain't in the market for a jet-black-on-black look-at-that bednOr lustin' over some young brown-eyed bombshell brunettennBut every once in a while after four or five days cuttin' corn in a rownHe'll back the tractor in the barn, shut 'er down and saynTime to sow some wild oatsnHe'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' outnShe slides across the seat, no place he'd rather benThan right there beside her, in his mid-life ChryslernnHe's got buddies his age in a phase tryin' to turn back timenThey got lawyers and ladies lined up to take a chunk of their back sidenMeanwhile he and his bride of twenty-five years going strongnAre busy steamin' up windows like a couple of kids doing someting wrongnnBut every once in a while after four or five days cuttin' corn in a rownHe'll back the tractor in the barn, shut 'er down and saynTime to sow some wild oatsnHe'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' outnShe slides across the seat, no place he'd rather benThan right there beside her, in his mid-life ChryslernnEvery once in a while after four or five days cuttin' corn in a rownHe'll back the tractor in the barn, shut 'er down and saynTime to sow some wild oatsnHe'll pull that car around, wife comes runnin' outnShe slides across the seat, no place he'd rather benThan right there beside her, in his mid-life ChryslernnGot a mid-life ChryslernGot her right there beside him