Black and White

He's the oldest guy I've seen
 But he dances like a king who's found his queen
 Map of skies adowns his face, but he never, never fell from grace
 That man steps on the streets once more
 Screaming out, "No longer my life's whore"
 See the smile upon his face, and you'll forget all your hardest days
 Sure, his beard is bloody gray, but that's the price that he has got to pay
 Not throwing a dance to anyone, he's just jogging to get his last show done
 His age is just a number, it's in black and white
 No pity for him, his eyes are shining bright
 Let him dance right here every night and day
 Down in a corner, scratching flies away
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 Drinking is what you should do, better listen to Irish folk punk, too
 I miss the sound of my old dancing shoes, oh, God, I need more of that booze
 Yes, my life is full of work, I never rest, instead, I'm getting dressed
 Not throwing a dance to anyone, he's just jogging to get his last show done
 His age is just a number, it's in black and white
 No pity for him, his eyes are shining bright
 Let him dance right here every night and day
 Down in a corner, scratching flies away
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 His age is just a number, it's in black and white
 No pity for him, his eyes are shining bright
 Let him dance right here every night and day
 Down in a corner, scratching flies away
 His age is just a number, it's in black and white
 No pity for him, his eyes are shining bright
 Let him dance right here every night and day
 Down in a corner, scratching flies away