Al Stewart Class Of '58 Lyrics

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.