From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser

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 FBI 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.