From a Dead Beat to An Old Greaser - Jethro Tull

From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser (2002 Digital Remaster) - Jethro Tull
From a dead beat to an old greaser
Here's thinking of you
You won't remember the long nights;
Coffee bars;
And black tights and white thighs
In shop windows where blonde
Assistants fully fashioned
A world made of dummies
With no mummies or daddies to reject them
When bombs were banned
Every sunday and the Shadows played FBI
And tired young sax players
Sold their instruments of torture
Sat in the station sharing
Wet dreams of Charlie Parker
Jack Kerouac Ren'e Magritte
To name a few of the heroes
Who were too wise for their own good
Left the young brood
To go on living without them
Old queers with young faces
Who remember your name
Though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
Two ends that don't meet
To a dead beat from an old greaser
Think you must have me all wrong
I didn't care friend
I wasn't there friend
If it's the price of pint that you need
Ask me again