Ah, I remember 27 (it was only nine years ago) and it sure as hell didn't look like this:

But at the end of the day, I'm still going to continue to be who I'm going to be, and go to concerts like I always have, and go to have a drink with my wife in bars. That's what 27-year-olds do and I shouldn't be any different."

Yarone:

You wait, little boy, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little boy, is an empty page
That men will want to blog on

You are twenty-seven going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink

You are twenty-seven going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and rogues and cads
Will offer you SUV's and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older an wiser
Telling you what to do
I am thirty-three going on eighteen
I'll take care of you

Luke:

I am twenty-seven going on seventeen
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe

I am twenty-seven going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken

I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are thirty-three going on eighteen
I'll depend on you