Chemical kids lost in the street Looking for some kind of saviour Perverted minds lead them like sheep Into the slaughter they have to face Too young to die, too drunk to live As they follow in the path of believers before them Too young to die, but there won't be too long to live Daddy's princess fixes her hair Powders her nose from the inside Smokes in the car, drinks her last beer Soon she'll be ready for one more day Head for the classroom and to hell But the clock upon the wall Holds the blind face of freedom There's time to die But she just needs some time to live Years from now, look how they change They're so mature and respected Makes them laugh, they were such fools So unaware of the real live world Honey I'm home, fix me a drink 'Cause it's been a long hard day And the boss drove me crazy Watching the clock On the wall for the happy hour Yeah!

I recall my so called misspent youth It seems more worthwhile every single day Cruisin' Van Nuys and actin' so uncooth All the joys of runnin' away There was no speed limit on the Nevada state line The air was red wine on those top-down nights Just you and me, my old rollarskate And the common sense to know our rights Sweet, old racin' car of mine Roarin' down that broken line I never been so much alive Too fast for comfort Too low to fly Too young to die You say a man can't love a material thing With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul But they never heard your engine sing Ah, there's peace in losing control "Sticky Fingers" turned up real loud Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe We were doin' everything that's not allowed Life didn't come with a warranty, for you and me Sweet, old racin' car of mine Roarin' down that broken line I never been so much alive Too fast for comfort Too low to fly Too young to die There is peace in losing control When I die I don't wanna go to heaven I just wanna drive my beautiful machine Up North, on some Sonoma Country road With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen All the boys be singin', singin' Sweet, old racin' car of mine Roarin' down that broken line I never felt so much alive Too fast for comfort Too low to fly Too young to die Just a little bit too young 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 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

If life is like a candle bright death must be the wind You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun And I pray that I don't feel the chill till I'm too old to die young Let me watch my children grow to see what they become Oh Lord don't let that cold wind blow till I'm too old to die young Now I have had some dear sweet friends I thought would never die Now the only thing that's left of them is the teardrops in my eyes If I could have one wish today and know it would be done Well I would say everyone could stay till they're too old to die young Repeat twice