Beautiful song penned and performed by Grace Slick.
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Lather was thirty years old today,
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They took away all of his toys.
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His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
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About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
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There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
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His leather chair waits at the bank.
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And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
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Commanding his very own tank.
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But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
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To lie about nude in the sand,
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Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
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And thrashing the air with his hands.
[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/j/jefferson_airplane/lather_crd_ver_3.html ]
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But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
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He produces the finest of sounds,
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Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
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Snorting the best licks in town,
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But that's all over...
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Lather was thirty years old today,
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And Lather came foam from his tongue.
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He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
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Is it true that I'm no longer young?
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And the children call him fay-ay-mous,
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what the old men call insane,
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And some-times he's so nay-aym-less,
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That he hardly knows which game to play...
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Which words to say...
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And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
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And I should have let him go on...smiling...baby-wide.
chords by COTH
