He´s got his beard shaved off He´s got his hair cut short
He behaves like people think he ought
And though his Mum and Papa think he´s pleasin´ to the eye
Let me tell you people deep down inside
He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
Yeah he´s goin´ steady holdin´ down a job
He don’t run ´round at nights with any old mob
But come Sunday mornin´ you won’t find him in bed
Cause he’ll be fixin´ his five hundred in the garden shed
He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
Solo
And as he grows older and the days go by
He knows he’ll soon be called up to the rock-house in the sky
There’s a notice tended on them Pearly gates
Sayin´ you can’t come here unless you bring your seventy-eights
He´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
Yeah he´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
Yeah he´s a twenty-carat rocker from days of old
Yeah a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
He´s a twenty carat rocker and it seems so long since he rolled
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