[00:00.00] 作词 : Slick
[00:00.05]Lather - Jefferson Airplane
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[00:09.26]Lather was thirty years old today
[00:13.29]They took away all of his toys
[00:16.84]
[00:17.69]His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
[00:21.93]About his old friends who'd stopped being boys
[00:25.72]
[00:26.43]There was Harwitz E Green just turned thirty-three
[00:31.01]His leather chair waits at the bank
[00:34.03]
[00:35.48]And Sergeant Dow Jones twenty-seven years old
[00:40.03]Commanding his very own tank
[00:42.93]
[00:44.32]But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
[00:48.69]To lie about nude in the sand
[00:52.32]
[00:53.04]Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
[00:56.93]
[00:57.51]And thrashing the air with his hands
[01:02.10]
[01:04.31]But wait ol' Lather's productive you know
[01:08.42]He produces the finest of sound
[01:12.08]
[01:12.69]Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
[01:17.27]Snorting the best licks in town
[01:20.82]
[01:34.48]But that's all over
[01:38.65]
[01:44.65]Lather was thirty years old today
[01:48.63]And lather came foam from his tongue
[01:51.98]
[01:52.92]He looked at me eyes wide and plainly saying
[01:57.10]Is it true that I'm no longer young
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[02:01.61]And the children call him famous
[02:05.98]What the old men call insane
[02:10.36]And sometimes he's so nameless
[02:14.70]That he hardly knows what game to play
[02:18.99]Which words to say
[02:21.24]And I should have told him
[02:23.70]No you're not old
[02:25.62]And I should have let him go on smiling babywide

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