Aaron, you’re twenty-one
Now you can drink the night away, so go out and have some fun
Oh, Aaron, you’re growing up
Soon you’ll be lying in an alleyway throwing up, yeah

Happy birthday, Aaron (YOU SON OF A BITCH!)
Have a piece of cake (YOU SON OF A BITCH!)
Blow out all the candles
And make a wish, you son of a bitch!

(Twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one…)
His name is Aaron Ackerson, he’s turning twenty-one
His spiral into oldness has officially begun
Austin gave him nothing, grievre gave him less
Limekle gave him the finger, and I gave him a dress

Spacecat, another year’s gone by
It seems like it’s only been the blink of an eye
You’ve been rappin’ and chillin’ for twenty-one years
Now you got no choice but to drink a lot of beers
‘till it’s coming out your ears, so get down to Sears
Grab a mug, fill it up, raise it up and say “Cheers!”
You’re the flyest, tightest amateur DJ
You even did a show in your Scooby Doo PJs, damn!

Congratulations, Aaron
You’re twenty-one and you’re glarin’
You’re two years out of your teens
And baby, you know what that means
Now you’re a man! (Man!) A man, man, man!
Now you’re a man! (Man!) A manny manny man
A man, man, man! (Man!) You are now a man
You’re a maaaan… now you’re a maaaayon