But fifty's just a number for a nifty chick like you.
Forty-nine's a gold rush with a celebrated history,
And fifty-one's an Area of interstellar mystery.
But fifty's in between ' em, just a milestone on the way
From far too young and flighty, to way too old and gray!
Yes fifty's in the middle, and just right I dare to say
The answer to the riddle of what's best in every way.
And you're the finest fifty I could ever hope to meet,
So thanks for being with me as we stroll toward Sixty Street!