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Lyrics for Big Dipper by Tull Jethro:
| | | Artist: | Tull Jethro |
| | Album: | Too Old To Rock N Roll | | Track: | Big Dipper | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 63 | | | | 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
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