OLD HIPPIE (BELLAMY BROTHERS) Lyrics ================================ 1. He turned thirty-five last Sunday In his hair he found some gray But he still ain't changed his lifestyle He likes it better the old way So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense He get's out there in the twilight zone Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
2. He gets off on country music Cause disco left him cold He's got young friends into new wave Buts he's just too friggin old And he dreams at night of Woodstock And the day John Lennon died How the music made him happy And the silence made him cry Yea he thinks of John sometimes And he has to wonder why
CHORUS: He's an old hippie And he don't know what to do Should he hang on to the old Should he grab on to the new He's an old hippie His new life is just a bust He ain't trying to change nobody He just trying real hard to adjust
3. He was sure back in the sixties That everyone was hip Then they sent him off to Vietnam On his senior trip And they forced him to become a man While he was still a boy And in each wave of tragedy He waited for the joy Now this world may change around him But he just can't change no more
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4. Well he stays away a lot now From the parties and the clubs And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday And pretty soon the species Will just up and fade away Like the smoke from that torpedo Just up and fade away
TOO OLD TO ROCK 'N' ROLL: TOO YOUNG TO DIE (JETHRO TULL) Lyrics ======================================================
1. 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.
2. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugsand 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.
3. So the old Rocker gets out his biketo 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.