Text Písně: From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser - 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 Kerouac, 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 name,
though 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 the price of pint that you need, ask me again.

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