Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die (Edited Version) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jethro Tull
Album: The Very Best Of Jethro Tull

Lyrics

The 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 tears in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the final take
And he hits the trunk road doing around 120
With no room left to brake

And he was too old to rock'n'roll but he was too young to die
No, you're never too old to rock'n'roll if you're too young to die

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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