Lyrics of
Pencil Thin Moustache

Now they're makin' 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
I wish I had a pencil thin moustache, the Boston Blackie kind
A two tone Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember being buck toothed and skinny,
Writing fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
Well I wish I had a pencil thin moustache,
Then I could solve some mysteries too.
There's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake ID yeah
Rama of the jungle was ev ' ry - one's Bwana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
I wish I had a pencil thin moustache, then I could solve some mysteries too.
PENCIL THIN MOUSTACHE
There's Flat-Top, Dirty Bop, coppin' a feel,
Grubbin' on the living room floor, so sore, yeah
Send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score, yeah
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.
I wish I had a pencil thin moustache, the Boston Blackie kind
A two tone Ricky Ricardo jacket, and an autographed picture of Andy
Devine
I could be anyone I wanted to be, the suave Errol Flynn or the sheik of
Araby
If I only had a pencil thin moustache, then I could do some cruisin' too
yeah
Bryl l - cream a little dab'll do ya yeah I could do some cruisin'
too.