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Lyrics for 'From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser' by 'Jethro Tull'
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.
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