Jefferson Airplane - Lather

^AmLather was ^Cthirty years ^Gold today, they ^Emtook away ^Dall of his ^Ctoys. His ^Ammother sent ^Cnewspaper ^Gclippings to him, about his ^Emold friends who'd ^Dstopped being ^Cboys.

There was ^EmHarwitz E. ^DGreen, just ^Fturned thirty ^Dthree, his ^Amleather chair ^Emwaits at the ^Dbank. And ^EmSargent Dow ^DJones, twenty ^Fseven years ^Dold, ^Amcommanding his ^Emvery own ^Dtank.

But ^CLather still ^Dfinds it a ^Emnice thing to do, to ^Clie about ^Dnude in the ^Emsand Drawing ^Cpictures of ^Dmountains that ^Emlook like bumps, and ^Dthrashing the air with his ^Amhands.^A

But ^Await, oh Lather's pro^Gductive you know, he ^Aproduces the ^Gfinest of ^Asound Putting drumsticks on either ^Gside of his nose, ^Asnorting the ^Gbest licks in ^Atown; ^{Am G D Am G D} but ^Ethat's all over

^AmLather was ^Cthirty years ^Gold today, and ^EmLather came ^Dfoam from his ^Ctongue. He ^Amlooked at me ^Ceyes wide and ^Gplainly said, is it ^Emtrue that I'm ^Dno longer ^Cyoung? (mommy?)

And the ^Emchildren ^Dcall him ^Ffam^Dous, what the ^Amold men ^Emcall in^Dsane And ^Emsome^Dtimes he's so ^Fname^Dless, that he ^Amhardly ^Emknows which ^Dgame to play; which ^Cwords to say

And I ^Cshould have ^Dtold him, &^Emquot;no, you're not old." And I ^Cshould have ^Dlet him go ^Emon, ^Dsmiling, baby ^Amwide.