Текст песни Pencil Thin Mustache, Jimmy Buffett
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With happy endings, where nobody fights, So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage, Honey, jump right up and show your age. I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, and an autographed piture of Andy Divine. Oh, I remember bein buck toothed and skinny Writin fan letters to Sky s niece Penny. Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could solve some mysteries too. Oh it s Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast, Drinkin on a fake I.D. And Rama of the jungle was everyone s Bawana, But only jazz musicians were smokin marajuana. Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could solve some mysteries too. But then it s flat-top, dirty bop, copin a feel grubbin on the living room floor; They send you off to college to try to gain a little knowledge, But all you want to do is learn how to score. Yeah, but now I m gettin old, don t wear underwear, I don t go to church, and I don t cut my hair; But I can goto movies and see it all there, Just the way that it use to be. That s why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, And an autographed picture of Andy Divine. Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be, Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby. If I only had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could do some crusing too. Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab ll do yah, Oh, I could do some crusing too. |