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Jethro Tull - Big Dipper lyrics
he mist rolls off the beachers; the train rolls into the station Weekend happiness seekers - pent-up saturation Well, we don't mean anyone any harm We weren't on the Glasgow train See you at the Pleasure Beat, Roller-coasting heroes Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding If they keep us from the ladies Hanging out in the penny arcades Shaking up the Tower Ballroom Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rage Rich windowed landlady give me your spare front-door key If you're 39 or over, I'll make love to you next Thursday I may stay over for a week or two Drop a post card to me mum, I'll see you on the waltzer We'll go big-dipping daily... * Too Old To Rock'n'Roll, Too Young To Die Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless A young man's fancy and an old man's dream I'm self-raising and I flower in her company Give me no sugar without her cream She's a warm fart at Christmas She's a breath of Champagne on a sparkling night Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless Turns other women to envious green Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless A young man's vision - in my old man's dream * Big Dipper The mist rolls off the beaches; the train rolls into the station Weekend happiness seekers - pent-up saturation Well, we don't mean anyone any harm We weren't on the Glasgow train See you at the Pleasure Beat, Roller-coasting heroes Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding If they keep us from the ladies Hanging out in the penny arcades Shaking up the Tower Ballroom Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rade. Rich widowed landlady give me your spare front-door key If you're 39 or over, I'll make love to you next Thursday I may stay over for a week or two Drop a postcard to me mum, I'll see you on the waltzer We'll go big-dipping daily ... Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding If they keep us from the ladies Hanging out in the penny arcades Shaking up the Tower Ballroom Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rade. * Too Old To Rock'n'Roll, Too Young To Die 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 belts buckle - yesterday dreams The transport "Caf" prophet of doom Ringing no change in his double-sews seams in his post-war-babe gloom Now he's too old to rock'n'roll, but he's too young to die He once owned a Harley Davidson and A Triumph Borneville Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs And prays that he always will But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys All his mates are doing time Married with three kids up by the ring road Sold their souls straight down the line And some of them own little sports cars And meet at the tennis club do's For drinks on a Sunday - work on Monday They've thrown away their blue suede shoes Now they're too old to rock'n'roll, but they're too young to die So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton Before he takes his leave Upon the Al by Scotch Corner just like it used to be And as he flies - tears in his eyes - his mind - whipped words echo the final take As 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 * Pied Piper Well if you think Ray blew it, there was nothing to it They patched him up as good as new Now you can see him every day - riding down the queen's highway Handing out his small cigars to the kids from school And all the little girls with their bleached blonde curls Clump up on their platform soles And they say, " Hey, Ray - let's ride away Downtown where we can roll some alley bowls " And Ray grins from ear to ear and whispers ... So follow me. Trail along, my leather jacket's buttoned up And my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends And you can tell all your friends The Pied Piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you I'll do what you want to If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes So follow me, hold on tight My school girl fancy's flowing in free flight I've a tenner in my skin tight jeans You can touch it if your hands are clean The Pied Piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you |
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