Cm Eb Bb Gm F Cm Lather was 30 years old today, they took away all of his toys. Cm Eb Bb His mother sent newspaper clippings to him Gm F Cm About his old friends who\'d stopped being boys (paper dolls!). Gm F Ab There was Howard C. Green, just turned 33 - Eb Bb F His leather chair waits at the bank. Gm F Ab And Sergeant Dow Jones, 27 years old - Eb Bb F Commanding his very own tank. Eb F Gm Eb But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do to lie F Gm About nude in the sand Eb F Gm Making pictures of mountains that looked like bumps F Cm And thrashing the air with his hands. C Bb But wait, old Lather’s productive, you know - C Bb C - he produces the finest of sounds. C Bb Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, C Bb C Snorting the best licks in town. Проигрыш: Cm | Eb | Bb | Cm Gm Cm But that\'s all over. (Child!) Lather was 30 years old today And Lather came foam from his tongue. He looked at me, eyes wide, & plainly say, "Is it true that I\'m no longer young?" (Mommy?) And the children call him famous - What the old men call insane. Gm F Ab And sometimes he’s so nameless, Eb Bb F He hardly knows what game to play, Cm What words to say. Eb F Gm And I should have told him, "No, you\'re not old." Eb F Gm And I should have let him go on- F Gm - smiling very wide. Кода: Cm | Gm | G