Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die lyrics
Song informationArtist: Jethro Tull
LyricsThe old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' prophet of doom. ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. now he's too old to rock'n'roll but he's too young to die. he once owned a harley davidson and a triumph bonneville. counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will. but he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys all of his mates are doing time: married with three kids up by the ring road sold their souls straight down the line. and some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club do's. for drinks on a sunday --- work on monday. they've thrown away their blue suede shoes. now they're too old to rock'n'roll and they're too young to die. so the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. up on the a1 by scotch corner just like it used to be. and as he flies ---
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