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 

 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  C
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. 
 
Em  D  F  D
There was Harwitz Е. Green, just turned thirty-three, 
Am  Em  D
His leather chair waits at the bank. 
Em  D  F  D
And Seargent Dow Jones, 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, 
C  D  Em
To lie about nude in the sand, 
C  D  Em
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps, 
D  Am  A
And thrashing the air with his 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  Am  G  D
Snorting the best licks in town 
E
But that's all over... 
 
Am  C  G
Lather was thirty years old today, 
Em  D  C
And Lather came foam from his tongue. 
Am  C  G
He looked at me eyes wide and 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  Em  D  Am
And I should have let him go on... smiling...baby wide.