A song I wrote to celebrate turning 40

I turned 40 a few years back. It was 2005 if you insist on knowing.  So for the mathematically challenged, that now makes me 38.  I haven't minded getting older, but sometimes wonder how and when life got so complicated.  My fantasies more and more have me becoming a hickie (half hick/half hippie), growing an organic garden, raising free-range hogs and chickens, and living in a solar-powered yurt.  But then I remember how much I enjoy air conditioning, hot showers, health insurance, and my iPad.  My birthday song, or at least its sentiment, is the inspiration behind this blog. It will be a chance for me to poke a little fun at myself and also bitch about stuff.  So here are the lyrics to my mostly true song.

Government Attorney Blues

Got a wife who’s workin’ on her Ph.D

A house in the foothills and a high-def TV

My three-year-old daughter knows how to ski

But I ain’t been fishin’ since 2003

I eat lunch at my desk, I wear wing-tip shoes,

I got the middle-aged, middle-class government attorney blues.

A call today from the Bureau of Reclamation

Got another claim of age discrimination

I need to articulate a legal explanation

Spent the afternoon dreamin’ of my next vacation

I eat lunch at my desk, I wear wing-tip shoes,

I got the middle-aged, middle-class government attorney blues.

My cholesterol’s high, my beard’s gettin’ gray

The fine print’s harder to read every day

Need to keep workin’ to earn my pay

Other than that, things are goin’ my way

I eat lunch at my desk, I wear wing-tip shoes,

I got the middle-aged, middle-class government attorney blues

The budget is tight for the next fiscal year

The bosses all say there’s nothin’ to fear

When I’ll get that raise is increasingly unclear

On my way home from work I’ll grab a six-pack of beer

I eat lunch at my desk, I wear wing-tip shoes.

I got the middle-aged, middle-class government attorney blues

I get paid twice a month, but I hate these damn shoes,

I got the middle-aged, middle-class government attorney blues