Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll - Jethro Tull

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 He once owned a Harley Davidson And a Triumph Bonneville Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs And prays that he always will But he's the last of the blue blood greasers boys And all of his mates are doing time Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the line And some of them own little sports cars And meet at the tennis club do's For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday They've thrown away their blue suede shoes Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll And they're too young to die Yes, they're too old to rock 'n' roll And they're too young to die So the old rocker gets out his bike To make a ton before he takes his leave Up on the A1 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 120 With no room left to brake And he was too old to rock 'n' roll But he was too young to die He was too old to rock 'n' roll And he was too young to die No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll If you're too young to die No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll But he was too young to die

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 belt 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. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs And prays that he always will. But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys All of his mates are doing time: Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the line. And some of them own little sports cars And meet at the tennis club do's. For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday. They've thrown away their blue suede shoes. Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die. So the old Rocker gets out his bike To make a ton before he takes his leave. Up on the A1 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 120 With no room left to brake. And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die. No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Just take those old records off the shelf I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself Today's music ain't got the same soul I like that old time rock 'n' roll Don't try to take me to a disco You'll never even get me out on the floor In ten minutes I'll be late for the door I like that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock 'n' roll That kind of music just soothes the soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock 'n' roll Won't go to hear them play a tango I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul There's only one sure way to get me to go Start playing old time rock 'n' roll Call me a relic, call me what you will Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill Today's music ain't got the same soul I like that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock 'n' roll That kind of music just soothes my soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock and roll That kind of music just soothes my soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock and roll That kind of music just soothes my soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock and roll That kind of music just soothes my soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock 'n' roll Still like that old time rock 'n' roll.

Round and round, round we go Where it stops? Nobody knows it Side to side baby, back and forth God above and the devil below him You got your reasons and I got my wants Still got that feeling, but I'm too old to die young now Too old to die young now Above or below the ground Yes, too old to die young now Still the good lord might lay me down Round and round, round we go Where it stops? Nobody knows it Side to side baby, down in the hole God above and the devil below him You got your reasons and I got my wants Still got that feeling, but I'm too old to die young now Too old to die young now Above or below the ground Yes, too old to die young now Still the good lord might lay me down To lay me down To die young now Too old to die young now Above or below the ground Still the good lord might lay me down

Don't want to be a fat man People would think that I was just good fun, man Would rather be a thin man I am so glad to go on being one, man Too much to carry around with you No chance of finding a woman, who Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too Don't want to be a fat man Have not the patience to ignore all that Hate to admit to myself I thought my problems came from being fat Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him I've seen the other side to being thin Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"