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
Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
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
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, 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 go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
Chorus:
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Coda:
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' tooSatisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man
We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions causedÂÂÂ
When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high
And I'm thinkin' again
Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing
I'm not missing anything
I don't think
Constantly listening and looking and feeling and I'm still
Just as lost as a human can be
And I'm thinkin' again
All I can do is let it happen to me
And I'm thinkin' again
I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
Looking for things to do to pass the time between birth
And becoming part of the earth
Working playing and laying staring comparing
That over there to this
I'm blaming those in charge cuz after all there's nothing else to do
Money pays for things that don't really belong to you
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
A velvet tablecloth a pack of viceroys a bottle of gin
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
A deck of cards playing solitaire birds everywhere in a park on a bench
I smell of an aweful stench
I am a loser and I'm all alone I sit in the bathroom and thump my bone
I got 25 cents to my name a bag of laundry who's to blame
I haven't worked in 16 days
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again