The teenage days are past and gone

the early twentys so far away

I left behind the borderline of twenty-five

my hair fell down the rest turn into grey

wearin’ my t-shirts in double extralarge

because my sixpack did not stay

even when my bones are twisted

stop this rock’n roll is not my way

 

Not as wild as in the early days

the style turned into serious rock’n roll

and even if I get some wrinkles in my face

the bastard still lives in my soul

I went to hell but they send me back

they told me I’m too sick for this place

now I’m the guy with the devil in my neck

my memories disappear in gloomy haze

 

I don’t care about what you think, I don’t care ‘bout what you say

the boys are back in rock’n roll don’t care about your way

sometimes a little tender and sometimes very thight

we do a smart smokers party tonight

 

Rest in peace good old life

I will remember you every single day

but I can’t stop look forward

the past is sticks and stones in my way

there are so many things to do

there are so many partys to play

with the guys in the band and you, the crowd

tonight we all feel gay 

 

I don’t care about what you think, I don’t care ‘bout what you say

the boys are back in rock’n roll don’t care about your way

sometimes a little tender and sometimes very thight

we do a smart smokers party tonight