Al Stewart - Class Of '58

All Stewart - Class of '58



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 through they've all seen better days


They've got that air of faded cool


It's an entree of another world


One of tailcoats and victrolas


And one day they'll make TV shows


On aging rock-and-rollers


On aging 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


And 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 to when it's all over?


Will you get along somehow?


I just don't know


Feeling like I do right now


Ask me tomorrow



Red guitar, red guitar


You know I really miss that red guitar


Red guitar, red guitar


You know I reallly miss that red guitar



And you can write this on my tombstone


That'll be my fate


I'm a gradute of rock-and-roll


Class of '58



'58, '58, I'm a graduate of the class of '58


Red guitar, '58, I'm a graduate of the class of '58



And there's no use analyzing 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 aging rock-and-rollers


One day they'llmakeTV shows on aging rock-and-rollers.