He's out there somewhere every night   Where the music's playing loud   Doing all the 50's steps, in a 1980 crowd      The dim lights hide his millage lines   The Clairol hides the gray   And he won't mention anything   That gives his age away      Lord, he's thirty-nine and holding   Holding everything he can   From seventeen to twenty-five   He'll prove he's still a man      He's holding to a candle   And it's burning at both ends   He's thirty-nine and holding   Holding everything he can      You can bet he'll never see   Thirty-nine again   He should have turned loose long ago   But still he's hangin' it in      He still thinks that he is the man   That he used to be   He's thirty-nine and holding   And acting twenty-three      Lord, He's thirty-nine and holding   Holding everything he can   From seventeen to twenty-five   To prove he's still a man      He's holding to a candle   My God, it's burning at both ends   He's thirty-nine and holding   Holding everything he can