Seventy-seven and still learning,
Sent to heaven after burning.
Seventy-seven, now we’re changing,
Past eleven, I’m not waking.
These halos rearranging,
These angels ever-changing.

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Seventy-seven and in danger,
Seventy-seven, you’re no stranger
To my moving train.
You’re speeding in the lane,
Just don’t fall with the flame.
I’m seventy-seven,
Take me to heaven.

Seventy-seven in the queue line,
Sent to heaven, one-of-a-kind.
Seventy-seven, it’s tragedy,
Sent to heaven, no prodigy.
Your family frozen,
Your children broken.

(Chorus)

Tail of the horse,
Mask of the moose.
You are off course,
But that’s no excuse.
I’m seventy-seven,
I’ve learned my lesson.
Back to the drawing board,
And don’t turn to eleven.

(Chorus)

Now I’m seventy-seven.