Texty:
Jethro Tull Too Old To Rock N Roll Too Young To Die

'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. turns other women to envious green. yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. she's a young man's visi - in my old

a little touch of bull Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul You can wear a gold Piaget on your semaphore wrist You can dance the old

from school And all the little girls with their bleached blond curls Clump up on their platform soles And they say, ?Hey Ray let's ride away Downtown where we can roll

Salamander, born in the sun-kissed flame Who was it lit your candle? Branded you with your name I see you walking by my window in your Kensington haze

chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. The young man's home; dry as a bone. His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back. One lap victory roll

's too old to rock 'n' roll But he's too young to die Yes, he's too old to rock 'n' roll But he's too young to die He once owned a Harley Davidson And

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.

Překlad: Jethro Tull. Příliš starý na rock 'n' To Die.

Překlad: Jethro Tull. Příliš starý na rock 'n': příliš mladý na to Die (upravená verze).