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He really liked flannel
With big broad 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 okay, you know
You see it's hard to be cool
When you're fifteen years old