作曲 : Clayton, Clark-Lowes, The Indelicates
  Once, in a corridor in Memphis,
 Was a singer took a breath
 And wrote the birth of the teenager
 Now we come to write his death
 We've learned a lot of bitter lessons
 Seen the way ideals age
 Seen the lies and seen the boredom
 Seen the coming final page
 
 This is the last significant statement
 To be made in rock and roll
 Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies
 Religions and the soul
 This is the last significant statement
 To be made in rock and roll
 Everything that follows is a footnote
 That we can turn to when we are...
 
 ...Old, My love.
 Goodnight my love
 We are old, my love
 Goodnight my love.
 
 The fanzine writers write for broadsheets
 The poor men found their daughters wealthy
 Rebellion shores up the market
 Rebellion keeps the nation healthy
 This thing I loved, this thing I worshipped
 This cruel, deceptive, vicious thing.
 I shall leave you to die where you lie
 I shall forget my dying king
 
 This is the last significant statement
 To be made in rock and roll
 Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies
 Religions and the soul
 This is the last significant statement
 To be made in rock and roll
 Everything that follows is a footnote
 That we can turn to when we are...
 
 ...Old, My love.
 Goodnight my love
 We are old, my love
 Goodnight my love.
 So old, my love
 So old, my love
 Baby love, my baby love
 I cherish you, my love.