Lather
Jefferson Airplane
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(intro) Am Dm7 Am GAm 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'dC stopped being boys.Em D F There was Harwitz E. Green, justD 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,Continúa después del anuncioC D Em To lie about nude in the sand,C D Drawing pictures of mountains thatEm look like bumps,D And thrashing the air with hisAm 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 hisC tongue.Am C He looked at me eyes wide andG 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 goEm D Am on...smiling...babywide.