Too Old For Rock 'n' Roll; Too Young To Die Lyrics - A Classic Case: The London Symphony Orchestra Plays The Music Of Jethro Tull - 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 

And 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 

[Incomprehensible] never too old to rock 'n' roll 

But he was too young to die 

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