歌曲名 From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser 歌手名 Jethro Tull

作词：佚名

作曲：Ian Anderson

From a dead beat to an old greaser

Here thinking of you

You won remember the long nights

Coffee bars

And 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 FBI

And tired young sax players

Sold their instruments of torture

Sat in the station sharing

Wet dreams of Charlie Parker

Jack Kerouac Ren 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 a dead beat with tired feet

Two ends that don meet

To a dead beat from an old greaser

Think you must have me all wrong

I didn care friend

I wasn there friend

If it the price of pint that you need

Ask me again