I was forty athletically fading
The young bucks us old guys berating
I'd stuffed the ball in my youth
Falling a little below the roof
My bet is you could never do it
I have fifty bucks lets see you prove it
First time I lost the ball on way up
That only instigated more raft from the pup
But the next time ball and me went through the cylinder
I proved at age forty I could do it for sure
You got to be cool when you do a thing like that
I wouldn't take the money but they had to put the rim back
The finesse of my youth this old man did lack