What's Rattlin'

I don't want this be one more new nostalgic tale

Like Chaucer's Tales of Canterbury written in Braille

I've had enough of that I'm bored with cups of tea

Riffs in 158 à la Hatfield and the North

Clever rhythmic signatures tricky-dicky chords

Rehearsing for a week the bloody middle eight

Trying to break through and do something fresh and new

But people think we're getting old and haven't got a clue

But here we all still are flying tunes like fireflies in the dark

Playing for the pleasure not trying to be stars

Stuck in bloody England not in Jupiter or Mars