That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
The "Boston Blackie" kind
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor, so sore
Writin' fan letters to Sky King and Penny
Then I could solve some mysteries too
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Growin' up fast, drinkin' on a fake I.D
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
The "Boston Blackie" kind
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Oh, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Honey, jump right up and show your age
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Just the way that it used to be
But I can go to movies and see it all there
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
