From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

From a dead beat to an old greaser, heres thinking of you.

You wont remember the long nights; coffee bars;

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 f.b.i. and tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture --- sat in the station sharing wet dreams of charlie parker, jack

Ac, rene 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 nam

Ough youre a dead beat with tired feet; two ends that dont meet. to a dead beat from an old greaser. think you must have me all wrong. I didnt care, friend. I wasnt there, friend, if its th

Ce of pint that you need, ask me again.