Class Of '58 (Short Version) Songtext

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