Vārdi:
Who The The Who By Numbers

when you're around, rain or shine I know a crowd who only live after midnight Their faces always seem so pale And then there's friends of mine who must

away old man, you won't fool me You and your history won't rule me You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed I'm not affected by your blackmail

if I smash my guitar Away for the weekend I've gotta play some one-night stands Six for the tax man, and one for the band Back in the studio to make our latest number

: Ain't it funny how they're all Cleopatra When you gaze into their past When you find out about their birth signs You realize there was no need to have

: Mama's got a squeeze box She wears on her chest And when Daddy comes home He never gets no rest 'Cause she's playing all night And the music's all

: Where do you walk on sunny times When the rivers gleam and the buildings shine How do you feel goin' up hallowed halls And the summer clothes brighten

with some guy whose hair is turning white I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest I've got that numb

all my friends that I habitually lie; I just bring them down I claim proneness to exaggeration But the truth lies in my frustration The children of the night, they all pass me by

Keep away old man, you won't fool me You and your history won't rule me You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed I'm not affected by your blackmail