| Old jazz guys being interviewed
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| Thirty years beyond their prime
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| With memories of road shows
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| From the Golden Age of Swingtime
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| The piano player strikes a chord
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| Leans forward on his stool
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| And through they’ve all seen better days
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| They’ve got that air of faded cool
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| It’s an entree of another world
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| One of tailcoats and victrolas
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| And one day they’ll make TV shows
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| On aging rock-and-rollers
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| On aging rock-and-rollers
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| Then came the kid with the red Colorama
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| And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin
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| With one hand glued to the tremolo arm
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| While the singer moves around like an Elvis clone
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| They really packed them in
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| And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was fast
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| And every paper in the land said rock-and-roll won’t last
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| You know it just won’t last, it’s such a rapid burn
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| And it’s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn
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| It’s a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn
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| Well what are you going to do when it’s all over?
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| What are you going to do right now?
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| What are you going to to when it’s all over?
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| Will you get along somehow?
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| I just don’t know
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| Feeling like I do right now
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| Ask me tomorrow
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| Red guitar, red guitar
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| You know I really miss that red guitar
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| Red guitar, red guitar
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| You know I reallly miss that red guitar
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| And you can write this on my tombstone
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| That’ll be my fate
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| I’m a gradute of rock-and-roll
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| Class of '58
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| '58, '58, I’m a graduate of the class of '58
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| Red guitar, '58, I’m a graduate of the class of '58
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| And there’s no use analyzing these anthems that were sung
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| Rock-and-roll's not good or bad
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| It’s just the sound of being young
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| And it’s a long long way from pompadours
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| And doo-wop and payola
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| And one day they’ll make TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
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| One day they’llmakeTV shows on aging rock-and-rollers |