Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Dm
What is happening?
What is up?
Things sure are different
C
than when I was a pup.
Five dollar hot dogs,
strange fancy beers,
young skinny boys with their pants
Cm
below their rears,
Bb
Eb
young pretty girls who cov
Bb
Eb
Cm
er up their hair,
bearded lumberjacks
Bb
Dm
everywhere.
Nowadays things aren't
what they used to be.
C
You don't see all the things
you used to see.
This wasn't what the place was meant to be.
Cm
C
Gm
I feel like I'm living in another century.
C
Bb
Eb
Bb
Not sure if it's a new or an old one.
Cm
A modest or a bold one.
Ab
Fm
Maybe I'll move to that
Gm
Cm
place on the shore.
Gm
F
Cm
Not sure I can take this place anymore.
Dm
But I'm not sure about the
sound of the sea
Am
That's the kind of thing
that could really get to me
Dm
Call me a curmudgeon,
call me a nuisance
When I was a boy,
C
a hot dog cost a few cents
A jar of pickles cost a dollar and a half
Gm
C
Now I see a jar for ten,
don't make me laugh
Bb
Eb
What did you say?
Bb
Eb
It's artisanal?
Bb
Cm
What does that mean?
It's medicinal?
C
Dm
When I was a young man
there were like three beers,
now there are breweries
C
coming out your ears.
Every bar I step into has another
Bb
Cm
micro -brew.
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
Hearty lager, frothy ale,
Cm
Bb
muddy brown or deadly pale.
Ab
Fm
Maybe I should go down
Cm
Gm
Eb
F
move in with my sister
Bb
Eb
Cm
down in Florida.
Dm
F
Sit in swelter in tropical heat
Dm
Am
All the people down there,
F
Dm
they don't know how to eat
F
C
F
An d what's with those kids
and the crazy things they wear?
with scarves on their hair
Dm
Don't they know that's
their prettiest part?
C
The best way to reach a
young man's heart
F
And these boys on skateboards
with hats and sunglasses
C
Loose -fitting jeans
that sag below their asses
Dm
I can't think of nothing more obnoxious
C
Than the sight of a teen
Am
C
ager's boxers
Ab
Fm
Maybe I'll stay with my
Gm
Cm
son on Long Island
Bb
F
Eb
Cm
There at least the streets are silent
Dm
But what would I do?
Dm
It's too quiet there,
Dm
Now don't get me started
on the guys with bushy beards
C
That's a look that I find a little weird
Every guy's a mix
Gm
of Paul Bunyan and Walt Whitman
C
It's enough to make me
want to call a hitman
Bb
Eb
Like we used to do in the good old days
Dm
Cm
There was nothing wrong
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
C
Gm
Eb
Bb
Dm
with the good old days
Dsus4
Dm
Am
C
Em
C
F
C
F
C
Bb
C
Dm
C
I'm too old to change,
don't tell me I'm not
I'll just sit here in my shady spot
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
On my bench here by the park
Dm
Cm
Where I've always left my mark
maybe I'll exchange a couple sneers
With the skinny kids with their
C
pants below their rears
Smile at the Muslim girls
Cm
Gm
and sweet young dears
C
Try me one of them fancy beers
Dm
Say how are you to a passing lumberjack
C
See if he might say how are you back
Decide things aren't quite as bad as I feared
Gm
But I won't, won't, won't, won't,
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
won't, won't, won't
Forget about it
Outro 1
Dm
Dm
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