Naked telephone calls can't describe
The way I'm feeling 'bout you tonight
And a feeling on my back like an old brown jacket
Like to stay in school, but I just can't hack it
And I'm out on the street and I'm feeling like dirt
She's afraid to get married because she knows
it's gonna hurt
And I say, oh, there's the last of the rock stars
and me and you
And the, oh, rock 'n roll is here to stay
but who will be left to play

Well I dreamed I saw the king in a fifty-three Chevy
Had a band on his mind and his hands looked really heavy
And he rolled down his window I guess to say hi
But I couldn't see his face 'cause of the purple haze inside
And he was born to be the king
He was born to be the man and he died though he was holy
Although I doubt he'd understand

When I say, oh, there's the last of the rock stars
and me and you
And the, oh, rock 'n roll is here to stay
but who will be left to play
Hey, hey

Adolescent pre-drug habit means guitar
You gotta have it got your axe got your group

Your man thinks it's a waste of loot
And you wait all week for a Ed Sullivan show yeah
See the trouble, you wanna go and you homework
Now is never complete

You don't care, you have got that beat

So, ah, hi-de-hi-hi, and a Heidy
Hey a girl is home on Friday night a boy is out to play
And some of us are masters and some
Or us are slaves
and then there's that boy who knows he's gotta play

And a messy desk drawer full of broken strings
You know these kids and you know of those things
And I say, oh, there's the last of the rock stars
and me and you
And the, oh, rock 'n roll is here to stay
but who will be left to play
Oh, come on mama please don't cry
don't you know how I feel inside