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.

hey bamber!
without googling. do you know who sung this one?

I Don't have any idea! I don't know the words at all

this is a difficult one,it`s from the 70`s.but i still think bamber might get it(without a google.i know he will not cheat.)

Not sure...
Was it Tull?

it certainly is bamber

As I said, wasn't sure... my big sister was the Tull fan.