Twenty-One

Tune: Benny Davis's and Harry Akst's "Baby Face"

Twenty-one—
I can't believe you're turning twenty-one.
Responsibility has now begun;
So has fun—
Perle dad-
Blame-
It Mesta's
"I'm glad
You came"
Fiestas.

Face it, Hon—
You'll work your fingers to the bone from sun to sun.
What you don't pay the Bank,
The IRS will yank,
Now that you've turned twenty-one.

Twenty-one!
(So have I mentioned that you're twenty-one?)
The thread of infancy that Clotho spun
Now has run.
(Fates may
Choose
You blindly—
Today,
They use
You kindly.)

Honey Bun,
You'll be triumphant, after all is said and done;
So ante up, and play
The Cosmic Croupier,
'Cause he's dealt you "twenty-one"!