Still A Little Chicken Left On That Bone

She's 34

Two years divorced

Sick of being bored

About to throw that saddle back on that horse

He's 39

Way past his prime

Came out of retirement

Everybody said he done lost his mind

They look at him now

Packing in that crowd

Just one more touchdown

And he's Super Bowl bound

It ain't over

'Til you say it is

Don't pour out your Coca-Cola

If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of hop left in that frog

Little bit of bark left in that dog

There might not be a lot of roll

Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone

That GTO

It might be old

But truth be told

Underneath that rust is a heart of gold

It's a fixer-upper

Every night after supper

He'll twist and yank and make it crank

Until that thing burns rubber

But it ain't over

'Til you say it is

Don't pour out your Coca-Cola

If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of juke left in that jive

Little bit of honey left in that hive

There might not be a lot of roll

Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone

Get some dust on them boots

Kick the rust off the bucket

What you got to lose?

Nothin'

No, it ain't over

'Til you say it is

Don't pour out your Coca-Cola

If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of tick left in that tock

Little bit of click left in that clock

There might not be a lot of roll

Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone