Lather - Jefferson Airplane
- 歌词名: Lather
- 歌手: Jefferson Airplane
- 专辑: Solid Gold Jefferson Airplane
Lather 文本歌词
[Intro] (Child)
[Verse 1] Lather was thirty years old today They took away all of his toys His mother sent newspaper clippings to him About his old friends who'd stopped being boys (Paper dolls) There was Howard C. Green Just turned thirty-three His leather chair waits at the bank And Sergeant Dow Jones Twenty-seven years old Commanding his very own tank But Lather still finds it A nice thing to do To lie about nude in the sand Drawing pictures of mountains That look like bumps And thrashing the air with his hands
[Bridge] But wait, oh Lather's productive, you know He produces the finest of sound Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose Snorting the best licks in town But that's all over (Child)
[Verse 2] Lather was thirty years old today And Lather came foam from his tongue He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly say "Is it true that I'm no longer young?" (Mommy?) And the children call him famous What the old men call insane And sometimes he's so nameless That he hardly knows what game to play (Anyone for tennis? Backgammon? Hari kari?) Which words to say? And I should have told him "No, you're not old" And I should have let him go on Smiling baby-wide
Lather LRC歌词
[Intro] (Child)
[Verse 1] Lather was thirty years old today They took away all of his toys His mother sent newspaper clippings to him About his old friends who'd stopped being boys (Paper dolls) There was Howard C. Green Just turned thirty-three His leather chair waits at the bank And Sergeant Dow Jones Twenty-seven years old Commanding his very own tank But Lather still finds it A nice thing to do To lie about nude in the sand Drawing pictures of mountains That look like bumps And thrashing the air with his hands
[Bridge] But wait, oh Lather's productive, you know He produces the finest of sound Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose Snorting the best licks in town But that's all over (Child)
[Verse 2] Lather was thirty years old today And Lather came foam from his tongue He looked at me, eyes wide, and plainly say "Is it true that I'm no longer young?" (Mommy?) And the children call him famous What the old men call insane And sometimes he's so nameless That he hardly knows what game to play (Anyone for tennis? Backgammon? Hari kari?) Which words to say? And I should have told him "No, you're not old" And I should have let him go on Smiling baby-wide