John Michael Montgomery - Cool

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."