[Verse 1]
Sixteen… with a six-string dream,
Posters on my wall, big hair, ripped jeans.
Didn’t care ‘bout money, didn’t care ‘bout fame,
I had one goal… in this whole damn game.
While they chased gold records and shiny Grammys,
Just wanted my name… sittin’ pretty on mammies.

[Chorus]
Sharpies and titties, the dream never died,
Every one signed with a little bit of pride.
Some chase fame… I’ll settle for this,
Sharpies and titties, rock ‘n’ roll bliss.

[Verse 2]
By twenty-five… I was ridin’ that wave,
Backstage passes, no sleep for days.
Had a pen in my boot, one taped to my mic,
So I could sign on the spot… if the mood felt right.
Tour bus full of ink stains, bras in stacks,
Smiling fans… wearing nothing but my autograph.

[Chorus]
Sharpies and titties, the dream never died,
Every signature signed with a little bit of pride.
Some chase fame… I’ll settle for this,
Sharpies and titties, rock ‘n’ roll bliss.

[Verse 3]
Now I’m way past sixty with a titanium hip,
Still hittin’ the stage for one more trip.
The fans still flash, though the view hangs low,
I’ve learned a few tricks… the young bucks don’t know.
Now I sign ’em sideways, get my whole damn name,
Hell, I can add a dedication and the city and the date.

[Final Chorus]
Sharpies and titties, the dream never died,
Every signature signed with a little bit of pride.
Some chase fame… I’ll settle for this,
Sharpies and titties, rock ‘n’ roll bliss.