Jethro Tull — Too Old to Rock n Roll: Too Young to Die edited version

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 cafe 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 So the old Rocker gets out his bike To 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