歌曲 | Pencil-Thin Mustache |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | All The Great Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
Now they make new movies in old black and white, | |
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. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Now they make new movies in old black and white, | |
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 pencilthin mustache, | |
the ' Boston Blackie' kind, or a | |
twotoned 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 pencilthin 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 pencilthin mustache, | |
then I could solve some mysteries too. | |
But then it' s flattop, 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 pencilthin mustache | |
the ' Boston Blackie' kind, or a | |
twotoned 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 pencilthin mustache, | |
then I could do some crusing too. | |
Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab' ll do yah, | |
Oh, I could do some crusing too. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Now they make new movies in old black and white, | |
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 pencilthin mustache, | |
the ' Boston Blackie' kind, or a | |
twotoned 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 pencilthin 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 pencilthin mustache, | |
then I could solve some mysteries too. | |
But then it' s flattop, 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 pencilthin mustache | |
the ' Boston Blackie' kind, or a | |
twotoned 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 pencilthin mustache, | |
then I could do some crusing too. | |
Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab' ll do yah, | |
Oh, I could do some crusing too. |