Song parody of
30/90 (from "tick, tick... BOOM!" Soundtrack from the Netflix Film)
by Vanessa Hudgens
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Stop the clock
Take time out
Time to regroup
Before you lose the bout
Freeze the frame
Back it up
Time to refocus
Before they wrap it up
Years are getting shorter
Lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger
Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't fight it, like taxes
At least it happens only once in your life
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just want to lay down and cry
Not just another birthday
It's 30/90
Why can't you stay twenty-nine?
Hell, you still feel like you're twenty-two
Turn thirty, 1990
Bang, you're dead, what can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Clear the runway
Make another pass
Try one more approach
Before you're out of gas
Friends are getting fatter
Hairs on your head are getting thinner
Feel like a clean-up batter
On a team that ain't a winner
Don't freak out, don't strike out
Can't fight it, like City Hall
At least you're not alone
Your friends are there, too
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just wish you could run away
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey
Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom, you're passé, what can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land?
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard blew off his command
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
You're not into making choices, wicked witches
Poppy fields or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain
And they're singing, "Happy Birthday" (happy birthday)
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like Doomsday
Fuck 30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
Turn thirty in the '90s
Into my hands now the ball is passed
I want the spoils, but not too fast
The world is calling, it's now or Neverland
Why can't I stay a child forever, and
30/90, 30/90 (30/90)
30/90, 30/90 (30/90)
30/90, 30, 30/90 (what)
What can I do?
30/90, 30, 30/90
What can I do?
Stop the clock
Take time out
Time to regroup
Before you lose the bout
Freeze the frame
Back it up
Time to refocus
Before they wrap it up
Years are getting shorter
Lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger
Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't fight it, like taxes
At least it happens only once in your life
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just want to lay down and cry
Not just another birthday
It's 30/90
Why can't you stay twenty-nine?
Hell, you still feel like you're twenty-two
Turn thirty, 1990
Bang, you're dead, what can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Clear the runway
Make another pass
Try one more approach
Before you're out of gas
Friends are getting fatter
Hairs on your head are getting thinner
Feel like a clean-up batter
On a team that ain't a winner
Don't freak out, don't strike out
Can't fight it, like City Hall
At least you're not alone
Your friends are there, too
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just wish you could run away
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey
Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom, you're passé, what can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land?
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard blew off his command
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
You're not into making choices, wicked witches
Poppy fields or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain
And they're singing, "Happy Birthday" (happy birthday)
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like Doomsday
Fuck 30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
Turn thirty in the '90s
Into my hands now the ball is passed
I want the spoils, but not too fast
The world is calling, it's now or Neverland
Why can't I stay a child forever, and
30/90, 30/90 (30/90)
30/90, 30/90 (30/90)
30/90, 30, 30/90 (what)
What can I do?
30/90, 30, 30/90
What can I do?
