| «Take a left here, boy, take it slow | 
| Don’t get distracted by that radio» | 
| I just rolled my eyes and I said, «Daddy, I know | 
| I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol' ten year old» | 
| What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free | 
| Cruisin' up and down Main in my F-150 | 
| Roll the windows down, bass too loud from this burnt CD | 
| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen, sixteen, yeah | 
| Sixteen | 
| Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew | 
| Sneakin' in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume | 
| People talkin' 'bout college and knowledge and that’s alright | 
| But all I’m thinkin' 'bout is an unsupervised Saturday night | 
| What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free | 
| Buzzin' off a can of that Grizzly wintergreen | 
| Lookin' old enough to pull off this fake ID | 
| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m eighteen, eighteen | 
| Eighteen, yeah | 
| I’m old enough to smoke, I’m old enough to vote | 
| But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton-Eyed Joe | 
| They say the grass is always greener, and I believe that’s right | 
| But my friends are off to Vegas, and they’re leavin' me behind | 
| What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free | 
| Open up a cold one and drink it legally | 
| Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world, let my wild streak run | 
| I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m twenty one, twenty one | 
| Woah, when I’m twenty one | 
| Yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright | 
| Yeah, it’ll all be alright when I’m twenty one | 
| Now I’m twenty five, and I’m drinkin' wine with my wife at home | 
| Got a couple dogs and a couple songs on the radio | 
| And we sit around, and we laugh about how we used to be | 
| When all we cared about was turning sixteen |