Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die
The piano man hasn’t given us a song
in so long, just tours the big venues
where the menus are hot dogs and burgers.
The bones are still strolling,
only rock and rolling without doctor beat’s
feats on the bass drum and snare.
The audience likes it loud,
proud of the Oticon turned up,
burned up to eleven like the speakers,
lo-heeled sneakers boppin’
‘til droppin’ in the nostalgia wave:
graveyard rock for the boom-babies,
maybe don’t come around here no more
or stop in the name of someobody to love.