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Lyrics for 'Too Old To Rock N Roll Too Young To Die' by 'Jethro Tull'
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.
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