Текст песни Jethro Tull - From A. Dead Beat To An Old Greaser

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 did FBI
And tired young sax-players their instruments of torture -
Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of
Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene 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 you name

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