《Lather》歌词

[00:00:09] Lather was thirty years old today

[00:00:13] They took away all of his toys

[00:00:17] His mother sent newspaper clippings to him

[00:00:22] About his old friends who'd stopped being boys

[00:00:26] There was Harwitz E Green just turned thirty-three

[00:00:31] His leather chair waits at the bank

[00:00:35] And Sergeant Dow Jones twenty-seven years old

[00:00:40] Commanding his very own tank

[00:00:44] But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do

[00:00:48] To lie about nude in the sand

[00:00:53] Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps

[00:00:57] And thrashing the air with his hands

[00:01:04] But wait oh Lather's productive you know

[00:01:08] He produces the finest of sound

[00:01:12] Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose

[00:01:17] Snorting the best licks in town

[00:01:34] But that's all over

[00:01:44] Lather was thirty years old today

[00:01:48] And Lather came foam from his tongue

[00:01:53] He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said

[00:01:57] Is it true that I'm no longer young

[00:02:01] And the children call him famous

[00:02:06] What the old men call insane

[00:02:10] And sometimes he's so nameless

[00:02:14] That he hardly knows which game to play

[00:02:19] Which words to say

[00:02:21] And I should have told him ＂no you're not old＂

[00:02:26] And I should have let him go on smiling baby wide