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  • 作词 : Anderson
    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


  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Anderson
    [00:17.20]The old rocker wore his hair too long
    [00:23.48]Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
    [00:29.92]Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light
    [00:42.58]Death's head belt buckle - yesterday's dreams
    [00:48.64]The transport caf' prophet of doom
    [00:55.04]Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
    [01:01.44]In his post-war-babe gloom
    [01:06.79]Now he's too old to rock 'n' roll
    [01:14.70]But he's too young to die
    [01:20.44]
    [01:35.00]He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville
    [01:47.47]Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
    [01:54.33]And prays that he always will
    [01:59.87]But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
    [02:06.68]All of his mates are doing time
    [02:13.19]Married with three kids up by the ring road
    [02:19.72]Sold their souls straight down the line
    [02:26.27]And some of them own little sports cars
    [02:32.71]And meet at the tennis club do's
    [02:39.31]For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday
    [02:45.69]They've thrown away their blue suede shoes
    [02:50.92]Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll
    [02:58.74]And they're too young to die
    [03:16.26]
    [03:34.78]So the old rocker gets out his bike
    [03:41.38]To make a ton before he takes his leave
    [03:47.97]Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
    [03:54.45]Just like it used to be
    [04:00.87]And as he flies, tears in his eyes
    [04:06.94]His wind-whipped words echo the final take
    [04:13.52]And he hits the trunk road doing around 120
    [04:20.26]With no room left to brake
    [04:25.26]And he was too old to rock 'n' roll
    [04:33.83]But he was too young to die
    [04:51.88]No, you're never too old to rock 'n' roll
    [05:00.19]If you're too young to die
    [05:23.27]
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