Lyrics:

A-two, a-one
He goes out on the town
Tries to find himself a decent crowd
And he, he drinks 'til he gets loud
He does the old school run around, mm-hm
Don't you know that things are getting old, are getting better too?
Cold stew
And the girls all call him goodbye
When he says hello and smiles
'Cause he don't do the rock and roll
He likes his country sweet and slow, mm-hm
Don't you know that things are getting older, are getting better too?
Cold stew
Alright

He wears his cowboy hat
And he don't care what you think about that
And he wears his boots and wranglers too
You can yodeleedoo, if you want to
Don't you know that things are getting old, are getting better too?
Cold stew