Текст песни Too Old To Rock N Roll

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 baby-gloom

Chorus:
Now he´s too old to rock´n´roll but he´s too young to die
yes he´s too old ... etc.

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
And all his mates are doin´ time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
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do´s
For drinks on a Sunday - work on Monday
They´ve thrown away their blue suede shoes

Chorus:
Now they´re too old to rock´n´roll but they´re to young to die
Yes they´re too old ... etc.

So the old rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his
leave
Upon 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
As he hits the trunk road doing around 120
With no room left to brake

Chorus:
And he was too old to rock´n´roll
And he was too young to die