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