He really liked flannel with big bore arms If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw He'd dress up on Sunday, a body looked neat In a green leisure suit with wing tips on his feet
An' I hated the music he played in the car It was hard to believe he called those people stars They'd sang through their noses like they all had colds I guess it's hard to be cool when you're forty years old
An' I was fifteen and real hip with long hair An' I'd ask Mamma, I'm home „Why's Daddy so square?” An' I couldn't believe all that he didn't know I guess it's hard to be cool when you're forty years old
The night, I turned twenty, she came with the news Scared half to death, an' didn't know what to do An' I told her, „I'm sorry”, but it's not too late There's a doctor I've heard of, who fixes mistakes
An' I thought he was workin', an' I was alone But he was standin' behind me when I hung up the phone He said, „Son, there's a few things you don't know about If you listen real close, we can figure this out”
'Cause I was eighteen and as wild as they came When one night, a young girl told me the same thing An' you wouldn't be here if she hadn't said no You see, it's hard to be cool when you're twenty years old
These days I like flannel an' old Levi jeans An' I look at my young boy, who just turned fifteen An' I know what he's thinkin', but it's okay, you know You see it's hard to be cool when you're fifteen years oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
