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This is a difficult category, especially with us all knowing different songs.

Here's one I know.....

"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 belt buckle, yesterday's dreams,

the transport caf' prophet of doom.

Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom."

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"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 belt buckle, yesterday's dreams,

the transport caf' prophet of doom.

Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom."

"He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.

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 of 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."

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This is a difficult category, especially with us all knowing different songs.

Here's one I know.....

"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 belt buckle, yesterday's dreams,

the transport caf' prophet of doom.

Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom."

"He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.

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 of 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."

You maybe the only one who knows this one WordWolf. It's not anything that I've ever heard of.

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That was Jethro Tull's title cut for "Too Old To Rock and 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 belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---

the transport caf' prophet of doom.

Ringing no change in his double-sewn 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 Bonneville.

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 of 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 and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike

to make a ton before he takes his leave.

Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner

just like it used to be.

And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---

his wind-whipped words echo the final take

and 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.

No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die."

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So, the next one.

It's better-known.

"Some days I pray for silence.

Some days I pray for soul.

Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll.

Some nights I lose the feeling.

Some nights I lose control.

Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls."

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"Some days I pray for silence.

Some days I pray for soul.

Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll.

Some nights I lose the feeling.

Some nights I lose control.

Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls.

Maybe I'm lonely, that's all I'm qualified to be

That's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep."

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"Some days I pray for silence.

Some days I pray for soul.

Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll.

Some nights I lose the feeling.

Some nights I lose control.

Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls.

Maybe I'm lonely, that's all I'm qualified to be

That's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep.

As long as the wheels are turning.

As long as the fires are burning.

As long as your prayers are coming true.

You'd better believe it!"

I have traveled across the universe through the years to find her. Sometimes going all the way is just a start.

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OK. Thanks Raf.

I have lots of friends who I can ding at anytime

Can mobilize some laughs with just one call

Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act 'till way past dawn

Sure we'll be rockin' til our strength is gone

Nothin' matters but the weekend

From a Tuesday point-of-view

Like a kettle in the kitchen

I feel the steam begin to brew

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OK. Thanks Raf.

I have lots of friends who I can ding at anytime

Can mobilize some laughs with just one call

Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act 'till way past dawn

Sure we'll be rockin' til our strength is gone

Nothin' matters but the weekend

From a Tuesday point-of-view

Like a kettle in the kitchen

I feel the steam begin to brew

Perhaps a little obscure to most of you. Candian

Band named ~The Kings~ The Beat Goes On/Switchin'to Drive

Let's do this one:

Hey kid, boogey too, did ya?

Hey shout, summertime blues

Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes

Hey kid, rock n' roll,

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"Rock On" (David Essex)

Catching Walleye from the dock

Watching the waves roll off the rocks

She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul

We'd blister in the sun

We couldn't wait for night to come

To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

George

This sounds like a great song. I can't say that I've heard of it though.

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"Whatcha gonn' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?"

Give me a couple of minutes. I know this one........ This may take a few moments more......Alright! You got me Raf, for now. I can hear it, see it in part on video, see the musician singing it. I can't grasp the group yet.

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Give me a couple of minutes. I know this one........ This may take a few moments more......Alright! You got me Raf, for now. I can hear it, see it in part on video, see the musician singing it. I can't grasp the group yet.

They share a name with some people who work for politicians.

(You can hear it, but can you hear the harmonica?)

Me, I wish I'd thought of this one.

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