From A Deadbeat 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 mommies 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, RenΓ© 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 mommies 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, RenΓ© 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.
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.70] From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
[00:25.57] You won't remember the long nights;
[00:33.89] Coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
[00:46.91] In shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world
[00:58.47] Made of dummies (with no mommies or daddies to reject them).
[01:16.70] When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
[01:32.75] And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
[01:41.54] Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
[01:53.95] Jack Kerouac, RenΓ© Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
[02:11.17] Who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to
[02:19.47] Go on living without them.
[02:28.34]
[03:00.84] Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
[03:14.87] Though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
[03:23.47] Two ends that don't meet.
[03:31.98] To a dead beat from an old greaser.
[03:41.43] Think you must have me all wrong.
[03:48.03] I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
[03:57.18] If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
[04:03.81]
[00:25.57] You won't remember the long nights;
[00:33.89] Coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
[00:46.91] In shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world
[00:58.47] Made of dummies (with no mommies or daddies to reject them).
[01:16.70] When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
[01:32.75] And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
[01:41.54] Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
[01:53.95] Jack Kerouac, RenΓ© Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
[02:11.17] Who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to
[02:19.47] Go on living without them.
[02:28.34]
[03:00.84] Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
[03:14.87] Though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
[03:23.47] Two ends that don't meet.
[03:31.98] To a dead beat from an old greaser.
[03:41.43] Think you must have me all wrong.
[03:48.03] I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
[03:57.18] If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
[04:03.81]