Five More Years

It’s been five long years since I met you here
Another record and gallons of beer
I’ve grown a bit and a bit’s a bit and I hope that it’s enough

So the times got hard and times got rough but getting there is half the fun
So let’s all gather round
Let’s hate on this polished sound

Cause the kids don’t know what their made of
But they certainly have a lot to be afraid of
But the kids don’t know what their made of
So let’s all gather round
We’ll hate on this polished sound