Class Of '58 Lyrics - A Beach Full Of Shells - Al Stewart

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.