From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
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From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't 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 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.
You won't 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 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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.20] From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
[00:23.57] You won't remember the long nights;
[00:30.73] Coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
[00:44.30] In shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
[01:13.27] When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
[01:30.35] And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
[01:37.62] Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
[01:50.20] Jack Kerouac, Ren'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
[02:08.35] Who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to go on living without them.
[02:25.41] Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
[03:11.57] Though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
[03:21.51] Two ends that don't meet.
[03:29.66] To a dead beat from an old greaser.
[03:38.68] Think you must have me all wrong.
[03:45.89] I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
[03:53.97] If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
[04:04.80]
[00:23.57] You won't remember the long nights;
[00:30.73] Coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
[00:44.30] In shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
[01:13.27] When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
[01:30.35] And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
[01:37.62] Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
[01:50.20] Jack Kerouac, Ren'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
[02:08.35] Who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to go on living without them.
[02:25.41] Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
[03:11.57] Though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
[03:21.51] Two ends that don't meet.
[03:29.66] To a dead beat from an old greaser.
[03:38.68] Think you must have me all wrong.
[03:45.89] I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
[03:53.97] If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
[04:04.80]