Still A Little Chicken Left On That Bone

She's 34
Two years divorced
Sick of being bored
About to throw that saddle back on that horse

He's 39
Way past his prime
Came out of retirement
Everybody said he done lost his mind

They look at him now
Packing in that crowd
Just one more touchdown
And he's Super Bowl bound

It ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of hop left in that frog
Little bit of bark left in that dog
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone

That GTO
It might be old
But truth be told
Underneath that rust is a heart of gold

It's a fixer-upper
Every night after supper
He'll twist and yank and make it crank
Until that thing burns rubber

But it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of juke left in that jive
Little bit of honey left in that hive
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone

Get some dust on them boots
Kick the rust off the bucket
What you got to lose?
Nothing

No, it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz

Little bit of tick left in that tock
Little bit of click left in that clock
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone

Still a little chicken left on that bone