'Seventeen' was an underfunded comedy   About love and drugs and girls and immortality   And most of the jokes just kinda hung around and died      'Nineteen' was a 90 second short   About a cartoon kid who sits and drinks on his porch   And gets pissed   He took one good swipe at his wrist but he missed so he lived      These teenage chicks, they grow up so quick   I swear they must get sucked up by the television   And we're still losing lights in the fight for the teenage liberation      'Twenty three' was a shot of straight frustration   Flying down the pathways, he was dying in the bars   He mostly ate all his meals in his car      'Twenty nine' was the end of the line   He stayed up for 16 nights at a stretch, he was wrecked   You could see all the veins in his neck when he flexed      These senior class chicks, they're the easiest to kiss   They got nothing to lose and they know it   You just fill up their cup at the keg a couple a times   And it's pretty much up to you not to blow it      All the coolest guys have all the coolest rides   But they're colliding with the inanimation   We're still losing lights in the fight for the teenage liberation      Teenage heat is a warm and wet and heavy situation   Such sweaty exultation and soft, sharp penetration   On unsupervised vacations      Kissing boys and getting wasted   Hot and soft and generally complacent      'Seventeen' is an underfunded comedy