From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser (Steven Wilson stereo remix, Monte Carlo January 1976) Songtext
von Jethro Tull

From a dead beat
To an old greaser
Here′s thinking of you
You won't remember
The long nights
Coffee bars
And 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
Did 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
René 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 a pint that you need
Ask me again