Jefferson Airplane - Lather

^CmLather was th^Ebirty years old to^Bbday, They t^Gmook away al^Fl of his t^Eboys. His mo^Cmther sent news^Ebpaper clip^Bbpings to him, About his o^Gmld friends who'd sto^Fpped being b^Eboys. There was Har^Gmwitz E. Gr^Feen, just tu^Abrned thirty-th^Free, His le^Cmather chair wa^Gmits at the b^Fank.

And Ser^Gmgeant Dow Jo^Fnes, twenty-s^Abeven years o^Fld, Comm^Cmanding his v^Gmery own ta^Fnk. But La^Ebther still fi^Fnds it a ni^Gmce thing to do, To l^Ebie about n^Fude in the s^Gmand, Drawing pic^Ebtures of moun^Ftains that l^Gmook like bumps, And thra^Fshing the air with his h^Cmands.

But w^Cait, oh Lather's produ^Bbctive you know, He pro^Cduces the fi^Bbnest of so^Cunds, Putting drumsticks on either si^Bbde of his nose, Sno^Crting the b^Bbest licks in to^Cwn, ^{Cm Ab F} But th^Gat's all over...

La^Cmther was t^Ebhirty years o^Bbld today, And La^Gmther came f^Foam from his to^Ebngue. He lo^Cmoked at me e^Ebyes wide and pl^Ebainly said, Is it t^Gmrue that I'm ^Fno longer yo^Ebung? And the ch^Gmildren c^Fall him ^Abfay-ay-m^Fous, what the o^Cmld men c^Gmall in^Fsane,

And s^Gmome-ti^Gmmes he's so n^Abay-aym-le^Fss, That he h^Cmardly kn^Gmows which ga^Fme to play... Which wo^Cmrds to say...

And I s^Gmhould have t^Fold him, "^CmNo, you're not old." And I s^Gmhould have l^Fet him go ^Cmon...smi^Fling...b^Cmaby-wide.