歌手:Jefferson Airplane
专辑:《Crown Of Creation》

作词 : Slick
Lather - Jefferson Airplane

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

There was Harwitz E 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

But wait ol' 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

Lather was thirty years old today
And lather came foam from his tongue

He looked at me eyes wide and plainly saying
Is it true that I'm no longer young

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
Which words to say
And I should have told him
No you're not old
And I should have let him go on smiling babywide