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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." "'Cause I was eighteen and as wild as they came, Letras de canciones"When one night, a young girl told me the same thing. "An' you wouldn't be here if she hadn't said no: "You see, it's hard to be cool when you're twenty years old." These days I like flannel an' old Levi jeans. An' I look at my young boy, who just turned fifteen. An' I know what he's thinkin', but it's o.k., you know. You see it's hard to be cool when you're fifteen years old From Letras Mania