intro : pick around : Am x02210 , Dm7 x00211 , Am x02210 , G xx0033
[ Am]Lather was [ C]thirty years [ G]old today, They [ Em]took away [ D]all of his [ C]toys. His [ Am]mother sent [ C]newspaper [ G]clippings to him, About his [ Em]old friends who'd [ D]stopped being [ C]boys.
There was [ Em]Harwitz E. [ D]Green, just [ F]turned thirty-[ D]three, His [ Am]leather chair [ Em]waits at the [ D]bank. And [ Em]Seargent Dow [ D]Jones, twenty-[ F]seven years [ D]old, [ Am]Commanding his [ Em]very own [ D]tank.
But [ C]Lather still [ D]finds it a [ Em]nice thing to do, To [ C]lie about [ D]nude in the [ Em]sand, Drawing [ C]pictures of [ D]mountains that [ Em]look like bumps, And [ D]thrashing the air with his [ Am]hands. [ A]
But [ A]wait, oh Lather's [ G]productive you know, He [ A]produces the [ G]finest of [ A]sound, Putting drumsticks on either [ G]side of his nose, [ A]Snorting the [ G]best licks in [ A]town .....Am G D But [ E]that's all over...
[ Am]Lather was [ C]thirty years [ G]old today, And [ Em]Lather came [ D]foam from his [ C]tongue. He [ Am]looked at me [ C]eyes wide and [ G]plainly said, Is it [ Em]true that I'm [ D]no longer [ C]young?
And the [ Em]children [ D]call him [ F]fam[ D]ous, What the [ Am]old men [ Em]call in[ D]sane, And [ Em]some[ D]times he's so [ F]name[ D]less, That he [ Am]hardly [ Em]knows which [ D]game to play... Which [ C]words to say...
And I [ C]should have [ D]told him, [ Em]"No, you're not old." And I [ C]should have [ D]let him go [ Em]on...[ D]smiling...baby[ Am]wide.