Pencil Thin Mustahe

Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostaglic rage
hone 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 letter the Sky's niece Penny
Oh if I only had a pencil think mustache
Then I could solve some mysteris too

Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growi'n up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were somokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too

Then it's flat top, dity bop, 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

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 crusin' too

Coda:
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some crusin' too