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Am C G
Am 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'd
C stopped being boys.
Em D There was Harwitz E. Green, just
F D turned thirty three,
Am Em D his leather chair waits at the bank.
Em D F And Sargent Dow Jones, twenty
D seven years old,
Am Em D commanding his very own tank.
C D Em But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
C D Em to lie about nude in the sand
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C D Drawing pictures of mountains that
Em look like bumps,
D and thrashing the air with his
Am A 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 Am G D
E but that's all over
Am G D Am G D
Am C G Lather was thirty years old today,
Em D and Lather came foam from his
C tongue.
Am C He looked at me eyes wide and
G plainly said,
Em D C is it true that I'm no longer young? (mommy?)
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 Em And I should have let him go on,
D Am smiling, baby wide.
Am G D Am G D
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Composición: Grace Slick

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