Getting old is sad she said,
but not growing up is even worse,
I never thought 'bout that.
All in all
I would lie
if I said that songs are still the same.
Well, even punks grow bald.
We are all going bald,
we are all getting old.
Going bald is sad I said
and it seems the stage is down on me.
I can't give up head bangs.
The more I lose the more I stay away from first rows.
She still makes me recall
the good old days of naughty kids.
Save the soul.
She still makes me grow old.
There's no future for me,
Save the Queen.
There is a crowd waiting out there
waiting for Pete and his Pirates.
There is nobody waiting inside,
I am the noisy preamble.