From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser Lyrics
| Song | From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| 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. |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| 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 fullyfashioned 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 saxplayers 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. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| 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 fullyfashioned 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 saxplayers 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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