Jethro Tull - Too Old to Rock n Roll: Too Young to Die текст песни

The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. deaths head belt buckle --- yesterdays dreams --- the transport c

Rophet of doom. ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. now hes too old to rocknroll but hes 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 hes 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 dos. for drinks on a sunday --- work on monday. theyve thrown away their b

Uede shoes. now theyre too old to rocknroll and theyre 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 rocknroll but he was too young t

. no, youre never too old to rocknroll if youre too young to die.