Jethro Tull - Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll Lyrics
The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight.Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light.Deaths head belt buckle - yesterdays dreams -The transport caf prophet of doomRinging no change in his double-sewn seams, in his post-war baby-gloomChorus:Now hes too old to rocknroll but hes too young to dieyes hes too old ... etc.He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph BonnevilleCounted his friends in burned out spark plugs and prays that he alwayswillBut hes the last of the blue blood greaser boysAnd all his mates are doin timeMarried with three kids up by the ring roadSold their souls straight down the lineAnd some of them own little sports cars and meet at their tennis clubdosFor drinks on a Sunday - work on MondayTheyve thrown away their blue suede shoesChorus:Now theyre too old to rocknroll but theyre to young to dieYes theyre too old ... etc.So the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes hisleaveUpon 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 takeAs he hits the trunk road doing around 120With no room left to brakeChorus:And he was too old to rocknrollAnd he was too young to die
