Too Old To

The mist rolls off the beaches: the train rolls into the station. weekend happiness seekers --- pent-up saturation. well, we don't mean anyone any harm, we weren't on the glasgow train. see you
E pleasure beach: roller-coasting heroes. big dipper riding --- we'll give the local lads a hiding if they keep us from the ladies hanging out in the penny arcades. shaking up the tower ballroom
Wing up in the bathroom. landlady's in the backroom --- i'm the big dipper --- it's the weekend rage. rich widowed landlady give me your spare front door key. if you're 39 or over, i'll make lov
You next thursday --- i may stay over for a week or two drop a postcard to my mum. i'll see you at the waltzer --- we'll go big-dipping daily.

Now if you think ray blew it, there was nothing to it. they patched him up as good as new. you can see him every day --- riding down the queen's highway, handing out his small cigars to the kids
School. and all the little girls with their bleached blond curls clump up on their platform soles. and they say ``hey ray --- let's ride away downtown where we can roll some alley bowls.'' and
Rins from ear to here, and whispers... so follow me. trail along. my leather jacket's buttoned up. and my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends; and you can tell all your f
S: the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you, i'll do what you want to: if you ride with me on a friday anything goes. so follow me, hold on tight. my school girl fancy's flowing in fr
Ight. i've a tenner in my skin tight jeans. you can touch it if your hands are clean. the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker folled you, i'll do what you want to: if you ride with me on a frid
Ything goes.

Bad-yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. a young man's fancy and an old man's dream. i'm self raising and i flower in her company. give me no sugar without her cream. she's a warm fart at ch
As. she's a breath of champagne on sparkling night. yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. turns other women to envious green. yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. she's a young man's visi
- in my old man's dream.

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 c
Rophet 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 bo
Lle. 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
Ing 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 b
Uede 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
Ed 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 t
. no, you're never too old to rock'n'roll if you're too young to die.

From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights; coffee bars;
Black tights and white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every sunday and the shadows played f.b.i. and tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture --- sat in the station sharing wet dreams of charlie parker, jack
Ac, ren'e magritte, to name a few of the heroes who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to go on living without them. old queers with young faces --- who remember your nam
Ough you're a dead beat with tired feet; two ends that don't meet. to a dead beat from an old greaser. think you must have me all wrong. i didn't care, friend. i wasn't there, friend, if it's th
Ce of pint that you need, ask me again.