music and lyrics copyright 2004 by Stephen J. Deasy
I was born back in the fifties
And I was raised on rhythm and blues
And I dreamed that I could one day
Step on stage in my blue suede shoes
Father time has not been kind
And the years they took their toll
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
I’ll get the old band back together
And take it on the road
And we’ll come to entertain you
Maybe lighten up your load
I’ll play guitar and piano
Hell I’ll even play the fool
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So Buddy get your guitar
Johnny grab your sticks
Mike pick up your fretless bass
Brush up on your bassman licks
We’ll call it the Reunion Tour
Our fans will sit transfixed
We’ll tear up this great country
Stay at every Motel 6
I can still drink more pints of Moosehead
Than I think a thirsty moose will
But then I have to chase it down
With a pint of Metamucil
I can still rock like I used to
But forgive me if I drool
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old but I still dig, still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’ll rock you 'till you drop
Fill the cemetery up
We’ll rattle all your walls
Make your teeth chatter in their cup
We’ll build the jam to a crescendo
‘Til the energy ascends
Whip the groupies into a frenzy
Make them wet in their Depends
Then we will play as many encores
As there are songs that we can fake
As long as the fans can wave their lighters
And the band can stay awake
And I feel like a young Adonis
But I look like an ancient ghoul
I’m getting old but I still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old but I still dig, still dig rock and roll
I’m getting old and I still dig rock and roll
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