Too Old To Rock And Roll (Too Young To Die)
Words & Music:
Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull)
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The old rocker wore his hair
too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end, drank
his ale too light.
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Death's head belt buckle,
yesterday dreams, the Transport CafŐ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his
double-sewn seams in his post-war-baby gloom.
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Now, he's too old-- to
rock'n'roll----, but he's too young to die.
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Yes, 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 and all 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 dos.
For drinks on a Sunday, work
on Monday they've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
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So the old rocker gets out his
bike to make a ton before he takes his leave
Up on the A-l 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
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No you're never to old to rock
and roll, if you're too young to die.
No you're never to old to rock
and roll, but he was too young to die.