Pencil Thin Moustache - Live

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