The Beast & The Boss
[Verse 1] Twenty-two years on that sideline, whistle round your neck Old cap pulled down low, never showing any sweat Every Sunday smoke rising, rain falling down like grace You'd say 'that's just free seasoning,' laughing at the sky's face The beast sitting in the driveway, engine low and mean Bruce bleeding through the speakers of a '94 machine [Chorus] Happy fifty, Rick, you built me strong and true Every 'love you, be safe' was how I always knew Those Sundays at the grill were more than smoke and flame You never said it fancy — but I heard it all the same [Verse 2] I catch myself now calling, saying all the things you'd say And I know you try to hide it when The Boss comes on to play But I've seen those eyes go glassy on the highway, on the porch No shame in it, old man — hell, he carries quite a torch Fifty years of showing up through every storm and cold The beast still runs, the grill still burns, and you're not close to old [Chorus] Happy fifty, Rick, you built me strong and true Every 'love you, be safe' was how I always knew Those Sundays at the grill were more than smoke and flame You never said it fancy — but I heard it all the same