[Intro] Child [Verse 1] Lather was thirty years old today They took away all of his toys His mother sent newspaper clippings to him About his old friends whod stopped being boys Paper dolls There was Howard C. Green Just turned thirtythree His leather chair waits at the bank And Sergeant Dow Jones Twentyseven years old Commanding his very own tank But Lather still finds it A nice thing to do To lie about nude in the sand Drawing pictures of mountains That look like bumps And thrashing the air with his hands [Bridge] But wait, oh Lathers productive, you know He produces the finest of sound Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose Snorting the best licks in town But thats all over Child [Verse 2] Lather was thirty years old today And Lather came foam from his tongue He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly say Is it true that Im no longer young? Mommy? And the children call him famous What the old men call insane And sometimes hes so nameless That he hardly knows what game to play Anyone for tennis? Backgammon? Hari kari? Which words to say? And I should have told him No, youre not old And I should have let him go on Smiling babywide
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