Cool

He really liked flannel with big bore arms If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw He'd dress up on Sunday; a body looked neat In a green leisure suit with wing tips on his feet An' I hated the music he played in the car It was hard to believe he called those people stars They'd sing through their noses like they all had colds I guess it's hard to be cool when you're forty years old An' I was fifteen and real hip with long hair An' I'd ask my Momma, "Why's Daddy so square?" An' I couldn't believe all that he didn't know I guess it's hard to be cool when you're forty years old The night I turned twenty, she came with the news Scared half to death, an' didn't know what to do I told her, "I'm sorry, but it's not too late There's a doctor I've heard of who fixes mistakes." An' I thought he was workin', an' I was alone But he was standin' behind me when I hung up the phone He said, "Son, there's a few things you don't know about If you listen real close, we can figure this out."