Twenty-Three Retiree

Retired at age twenty-three
I know it sounds funny but I’m a retiree
And damn it feels good to be free
Retired at age twenty-three

My friends are all making their way
Playing a game with a ball and a chain
Saving their pay for their 401k
But by that time they've got a foot in the grave

Me I own my own property
I've got a couple of acres of orchards of trees
A big southern porch where I brew my sweet tea
Retired at age twenty-three

Well you’re probably wondering how
How much inheritance it took to get out
But I was not born with a spoon in my mouth
I got herе all by myself

But things ain’t always what they seem
You can check out my orchard at thе local library
And my porch is printed with the news of the week
There’s only one ingredient in my tea recipe

So don’t go behaving like me
Or you’ll end up all alone in the middle of the street
Down in the gutter with the rats and the fleas
When you retire at the ripe young age of twenty-three