Tom: C Intro: Am Dm7 Am G C Alather was thirty years Gold today, Em D C They took away all of his toys. Am C G His other sent newspaper clippings to him , Em D C About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. Em F D There was Harwitz E. DGreen, just turned thirty-three, Em D His Aleather chair waits at the bank. Em D F D And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, C Em D Aommanding 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 And thrashing the air with his Ahands. A 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... C G ALather was thirty years old today, Em D C And Lather came foam from his tongue. C G He Alooked 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, A Em D What the old men call insane, Em D F D And sometimes he's so nameless, A 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 A And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.