Composição: Grace SlickColaboração e revisão: juliana dn
(intro) Am Dm7 Am G Am C G Lather was thirty years old today, Em D C They took away all of his toys. Am C G His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, Em D About his old friends who'd C stopped being boys. Em D F There was Harwitz E. Green, just D turned thirty-three, Am Em D His leather chair waits at the bank. Em D F And Seargent Dow Jones, D twenty-seven years old, Am Em D Commanding his very own tank. C D Em But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,C D Em To lie about nude in the sand, C D Drawing pictures of mountains that Em look like bumps, D And thrashing the air with his Am hands. A G But wait, oh Lather's productive you know, A G A He produces the finest of sound, G Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, A G A Snorting the best licks in town ..... (Am G D) E But that's all over... ( Am Dm7 Am G ) Am C G Lather was thirty years old today, Em D And Lather came foam from his C tongue. Am C He looked at me eyes wide and G plainly said, Em D C Is it true that I'm no longer young? Em D F D And the children call him famous, Am Em D What the old men call insane, Em D F D And sometimes he's so nameless, Am Em D That he hardly knows which game to play... C Which words to say... C D Em And I should have told him, "No, you're not old." C D And I should have let him go Em D Am on...smiling...babywide.