Jethro Tull - From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser - Sözleri

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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