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,
"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.