Letra de Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young to Die! (Live at Madison Square Garden; 2009 Remaster)
The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end Drank his ale too lightDeath'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 gloomNow he's too old to rock and roll But he's too young to die Yes he's too old to rock and roll But he's too young to dieHe once owned a Harley Davidson And a Triumph Bonneville Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs Prays that he always willBut he's the last of the blue blood's greaser boys And all his mates are doing time Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the lineAnd 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 shoesNow they're too old to rock and roll And they're too young to die Yes they're too old to rock and roll And they're too young to dieSo 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 beAnd as he flies, tears in his eyes His wind-whipped words echo the final take And he hits the trunk road doing around a hundred and twenty With no room left to brakeAnd he was too old to rock and roll And he was too young to die No he was too old to rock and roll And he was too young to dieNo, you're never too old to rock and roll If you're too young to die And no you're never too old to rock and roll But he was too young too die