Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Sergent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.

Lather (Grace Slick) on Crown of Creation by Jefferson Airplane (1968)