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(歌手独白)

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 belts buckle yesterday's dreams

The transport caf' prophet 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

Yes he's too old to rock 'n' roll

But he's too young to die

So the old rocker gets out his bike

To make a ton before he takes his leave

Up on the A one by Scotch Corner

Just like it used 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 a hundred-twenty

With no room left to brake

And he was too old to rock 'n' roll

But he was too young to die

Yes he was too old to rock 'n' roll

And he was too young to die

He was too old to rock 'n' roll

He was too young to die

He was too old to rock 'n' roll

He was too young to die

And that He was too young to die ay ah ah ay

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