Letra de From A Deadbeat 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, rené magritte, to name a few of the heroes
Who were too wise for their own good left the young brood to
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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.