Old jazz guys being interviewed Thirty years beyond their prime With memories of road shows From the Golden Age of Swingtime The piano player strikes a chord Leans forward on his stool And through theyve all seen better days Theyve got that air of faded cool Its an entree of another world One of tailcoats and victrolas And one day theyll make TV shows On aging rockandrollers On aging rockandrollers Then came the kid with the red Colorama And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin With one hand glued to the tremolo arm While the singer moves around like an Elvis clone They really packed them in And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was fast And every paper in the land said rockandroll wont last You know it just wont last, its such a rapid burn And its a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn Its a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn Well what are you going to do when its all over? What are you going to do right now? What are you going to to when its all over? Will you get along somehow? I just dont know Feeling like I do right now Ask me tomorrow Red guitar, red guitar You know I really miss that red guitar Red guitar, red guitar You know I reallly miss that red guitar And you can write this on my tombstone Thatll be my fate Im a gradute of rockandroll Class of 58 58, 58, Im a graduate of the class of 58 Red guitar, 58, Im a graduate of the class of 58 And theres no use analyzing these anthems that were sung Rockandrolls not good or bad Its just the sound of being young And its a long long way from pompadours And doowop and payola And one day theyll make TV shows on aging rockandrollers One day theyllmakeTV shows on aging rockandrollers
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