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Lyrics
I picked up the mail at the end of the day.
Now I’m looking for something to send me away.
So I put down the bills and put on a tune.
I want to get swept up in a sonic typhoon.
You say that I’m old; that I’m losing my touch.
Well I don’t pay attention to that garbage much.
Hey, you’re wearing our clothes and you’re playing our songs.
Yeah, the Boys are Alright, and Britney’s all-wrong.
You’ve just discovered Jimi, Robert, and John.
You think you’re Chris Columbus cause you’ve got Hendrix on.
You play Jerry and Ace; you’re so avant-garde.
Ever hear of the Stones? Well, they’re still rockin’ hard.
What is hip; tell me, tell me. Those are our boys.
If we’re on our way out, then we’re taking our toys.
So listen up kiddies, I ain’t telling a lie.
Your daddy’s gonna rock until the day that he dies.
You know a bit, but I know a bit more.
You may not believe it, but I know the real score.
You think it’s the clothes, you think it’s the money.
You think it’s attitude. Well wrong again, honey.
Listen up Mr. Cool and I’ll give you a sign.
Your daddy’s gonna rock until the day that he dies.
You say that I’m harsh, that you don’t get your due?
You have to earn respect; no one gives it to you.
You’ve got your whole life ahead to make an impact I agree.
Doesn’t take the rich and famous, that I’ll guarantee.
Go to work in the morning and put everything in it.
Pay your bills by the month; pay your dues by the minute.
You think it’s no fun, but having fun ain't classified,
You and Daddy will rock until the day that we die.
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