Jefferson Airplane - Lather lyrics

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<div class="showResultLinks">Lather was thirty years old today, <br />

They took away all of his toys.<br />

His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, <br />

About his friends who had stopped being boys.<br />

There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three, <br />

His leather chair waits at the bank.<br />

And Sargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, <br />

Commanding his very own tank.<br />

But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, <br />

To lie about nude in the sand, <br />

Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps<br />

And thrashing the air with his hands.<br />

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But wait, oh Lathers' productive you know, <br />

He produces the finest of sound, <br />

Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, <br />

Snorting the best licks in town, <br />

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But that's all over... <br />

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Lather was thirty years old today<br />

And lather came foam from his tongue.<br />

He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly say, <br />

"Is it true that I'm no longer young?"<br />

And the children call him famous, <br />

What the old men call insane.<br />

And sometimes, he's so nameless, <br />

That he hardly knows what game to play, <br />

Which words to say.<br />

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And I should have told him, 'No, you're not old.'<br />

And I should have let him go on... smiling... babywide.</