Lyrics:

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
with happy endings where nobody fights,
So if you find youself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey jump right up, and show your age

I wish I had a pencil thin mustache,
the boston blackie kind
A two-tone Ricky Ricardo Jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.
I remember bein', bucktoothed and skinny,
writin' fan letters to Skye's niece Penny,
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too

And it's band stand disney land growin' up fast,
drinkin' on a fake I.D.
yeah Ramma of the jungle, was everyone's bawana,
but only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana yeah!

I wish I had a pencil thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too

Pin thin pecil thin mustache

And it's flat top dirty bop copin' a feel!
grubbin' on the livin' room floor, so sore!
yeah they send ya off to college try to gain a little knowledge,
but all you wanna do is, learn how to score yeah!

Now i'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies, and see it all there,
just the way that it used to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache,
the boston blackie kind
A two-tone Ricky Ricardo Jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.
Oh I could be anyone I wanted to be,
maybe suave Errol Flynn or Chief of Arabee
If i only had a pencil thin mustache
then i could do some cruisin' too

Yeah Brill cream, a little dab'll do ya
Oh I could do some cruisin too!