Текст песни JETHRO TULL - From A. Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
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Текст песни JETHRO TULL - From A. Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
From a dead beat to an old greaserHere's thinking of youYou won't remember the long nightsCoffee bars; black tights and white thighs in shop windowsWhere blonde assistants fully-fashionedA world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them)( )When bombs were banned every SundayAnd the Shadows did FBIAnd tired young sax-players their instruments of torture -Sat in the station sharing wet dreams ofCharlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene MagritteTo name a few of the heroes who were too wise for their own goodLeft the young brood to go on living without themOld queers with young faces - who remember you name