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Now they make new movies in old black and white |
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With happy endings, where nobody fights |
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So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage |
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Honey, jump right up and show your age |
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I wish I had a pencil thin mustache |
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The "Boston Blackie" kind |
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A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket |
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And an autographed picture of Andy Devine |
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I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny |
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Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny |
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Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache |
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Then I could solve some mysteries too |
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Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast |
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Drinkin' on a fake I.D |
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Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana |
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But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana |
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Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache |
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Then I could solve some mysteries too |
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Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel |
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Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore) |
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Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge |
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But all you want to do is learn how to score |
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Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear |
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I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair |
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But I can go to movies and see it all there |
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Just the way that it used to be |
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That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache |
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The "Boston Blackie" kind |
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A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket |
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And an autographed picture of Andy Devine |
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Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be |
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Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby |
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If I only had a pencil thin mustache |
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Then I could do some cruisin' too |
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Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah |
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Oh, I could do some cruisin' too |
