Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Am
What is happening?
What is up?
Things sure are different
G
than when I was a pup.
Five dollar hot dogs,
strange fancy beers,
young skinny boys with their pants
Gm
below their rears,
F
Bb
young pretty girls who cov
F
Bb
Gm
er up their hair,
bearded lumberjacks
F
Am
everywhere.
Nowadays things aren't
what they used to be.
G
You don't see all the things
you used to see.
This wasn't what the place was meant to be.
Gm
G
Dm
I feel like I'm living in another century.
G
F
Bb
F
Not sure if it's a new or an old one.
Gm
A modest or a bold one.
Eb
Cm
Maybe I'll move to that
Dm
Gm
place on the shore.
Dm
C
Gm
Not sure I can take this place anymore.
Am
But I'm not sure about the
sound of the sea
Em
That's the kind of thing
that could really get to me
Am
Call me a curmudgeon,
call me a nuisance
When I was a boy,
G
a hot dog cost a few cents
A jar of pickles cost a dollar and a half
Dm
G
Now I see a jar for ten,
don't make me laugh
F
Bb
What did you say?
F
Bb
It's artisanal?
F
Gm
What does that mean?
It's medicinal?
G
Am
When I was a young man
there were like three beers,
now there are breweries
G
coming out your ears.
Every bar I step into has another
F
Gm
micro -brew.
F
Bb
F
Bb
Hearty lager, frothy ale,
Gm
F
muddy brown or deadly pale.
Eb
Cm
Maybe I should go down
Gm
Dm
Bb
C
move in with my sister
F
Bb
Gm
down in Florida.
Am
C
Sit in swelter in tropical heat
Am
Em
All the people down there,
C
Am
they don't know how to eat
C
G
C
An d what's with those kids
and the crazy things they wear?
with scarves on their hair
Am
Don't they know that's
their prettiest part?
G
The best way to reach a
young man's heart
C
And these boys on skateboards
with hats and sunglasses
G
Loose -fitting jeans
that sag below their asses
Am
I can't think of nothing more obnoxious
G
Than the sight of a teen
Em
G
ager's boxers
Eb
Cm
Maybe I'll stay with my
Dm
Gm
son on Long Island
F
C
Bb
Gm
There at least the streets are silent
Am
But what would I do?
Am
It's too quiet there,
Am
Now don't get me started
on the guys with bushy beards
G
That's a look that I find a little weird
Every guy's a mix
Dm
of Paul Bunyan and Walt Whitman
G
It's enough to make me
want to call a hitman
F
Bb
Like we used to do in the good old days
Am
Gm
There was nothing wrong
Am
Asus4
Am
G
Dm
Bb
F
Am
with the good old days
Asus4
Am
Em
G
Bm
G
C
G
C
G
F
G
Am
G
I'm too old to change,
don't tell me I'm not
I'll just sit here in my shady spot
F
Bb
F
Bb
On my bench here by the park
Am
Gm
Where I've always left my mark
maybe I'll exchange a couple sneers
With the skinny kids with their
G
pants below their rears
Smile at the Muslim girls
Gm
Dm
and sweet young dears
G
Try me one of them fancy beers
Am
Say how are you to a passing lumberjack
G
See if he might say how are you back
Decide things aren't quite as bad as I feared
Dm
But I won't, won't, won't, won't,
Am
Asus4
Am
won't, won't, won't
Forget about it
Outro 1
Am
Am
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