Текст песни Pencil Thin Mustache, Jimmy Buffett
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.