My granddad's pride and joy was a '49 ford

Much as he loved grandma he loved that old truck more

I thought it was time that I took it for a stroll

I had a big old pair for a boy just eight years old.

Grounding second gear, drifting through the cows

Ripping through the pasture when the breaks finally gave out

He was screaming from the porch, I was crashing through the fence

And he said, "what do you have to say for what you've done?"

In my defense, I said.

It's fun having fun

There's only so many trips around the sun

Of a gun, what's done is done

Hold it flat 'cause none of it lasts

But it's fun having fun.

My dad kept a can of gas behind our old barn

I made sure I was careful when I poured it on the lawn

That fire was beautiful and the wind started to blow

That ember hit the hayloft and I watched the sucker go.

It didn't take long at all, those forty foot flames

I remember feeling grateful that the fire was not contained

The fireman had a hose and my daddy had a belt

He said, "what do you have to say for what you've done?"

I just felt that.

It's fun having fun

There's only so many trips around the sun

Of a gun, what's done is done

Hold it flat 'cause none of it lasts

But it's fun having fun.

Them country boys doing 95 down an old dirt road

Hotbox in a minivan squinting through the smoke

Blue lights keep flashing and they haul our asses in (damn it, boy)

I look fucked up in the mugshot but I'd do it all again.

If you're dumb (yes, you're dumb) you gotta be tough (well, you're tough)

If you're smart you might miss the thrill of blowing things up

That's enough of a life that's boring

And the worst decisions make good stories

Grab your helmet and your cape

Break a leg, duct tape it straight

Chicks dig scars and get-well cakes.

Fun to have some fun

There's only so many trips around the sun

Of a gun, what's done is done

Hold it flat 'cause none of it lasts

But it's fun having fun having fun having fun.