Old Tans

I’m feeling just a bit worn and leathery today, kind of like the old golf club grips I had replaced the other day, so here’s The Hotel Melanoma rendition of Neil Young’s “Old Man”…



Old tans, look at my hide
I'm a lot like hue slur
Old tans, look at my hide
I'm a lot like hue slur

Old tans, look at my hide
Plenty sore and skin checks are bore
Skin’s a-prone to a parasite
That makes me think of U

Sun-crossed, such a cost
Gave me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Growing moles to view

Old tans, take a look at my hide
I've got docs in queue
I need someone to cut me
The whole day through
Ah, one look at my slides
And you can tell that's true

Sol abides, look at your prize
Run around in stained blue gown
Doesn't mean that much to C
To mean that much to you

I've been nursed and scanned
Look at how the time goes past
But I'm all pale tone at last
Growing moles to view

Old tans, take a look at my hide
I've got docs in queue
I need someone to cut me
The whole day through
Ah, one look at my slides
And you can tell that's true

Old tans, look at my hide
I'm a lot like hue slur
Old tans, look at my hide
I'm a lot like hue slur