He took off his Blue Suede Shoes
Kinda new somehow but now outa use
He no longer combs his hair
The way he used to when he was where
He had thought he’d be for the rest of his life
but Look at him now,
do you wanna settle down
What made him so ole
Was it realy Rock’n’Roll
Rockabilly took away
His musical youth, the prime of his days
Now he´s 35 barely alive
But it’s Punkrock that stopped his decay hey
Been a long time on the road
Playing less for money but for the show
Gave a shit to where he played
Long as he’d find someone to lay
His head against for the rest of the nite but
Too many times he got screwed by his own life
Sold his heart and soul
Dieing hard for Rock’n’Roll