D                       F#m        A                     F#m  
 From a dead beat to an old greaser  here's thinking of you.  
          E             Em   Bm  
You won't remember the long nights  
G               C                D  
coffee bars and black tights and white thighs   
        F#m                       A  
in shop windows  where blonde assistants  
                  F#m  
fully-fashioned a world  
E                       Em Bm     G           C  
made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them  
     D                      F#m             A              F#m  
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I  
                E                                     Em Bm  
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture  
          G              C  
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams   
           D           F#m            A  
of Charlie Parker  Jack Kerouac  Rene Magritte  
          F#m         E  
to name a few  of the heroes  
                            Em  Bm  
who were too wise for their own good  
         G                   C         D  
left the young brood to go on living without them.  

**Intrumental** (F#m  A  F#m  E  Em  Bm  G  C)  
 
D               F#m         A                  F#m  
Old queers with young faces  who remember your name   
                E              Em    Bm  
though you're a dead beat with tired feet   
G             C  
two ends that don't meet.  
     D                 F#m  
To a dead beat from an old greaser  
A                            F#m  
  Think you must have me all wrong  
         E  
I didn't care  friend.  
         Em     Bm  
I wasn't there  friend   
                       G                       C  
If it's the price of a pint that you need  ask me again.