The best band in all rock and roll
Is touring to stay off the dole;
Have no worries 'bout that,
Their wallets are fat
From the efforts of Jagger and Cohl.
I remember the old Plaster Casters
(Some girls who made men harden faster)
Now they're only recalled
By Limricists, appalled,
To rhyme something with "Ticketbastards."
The Sixties were free love and peace
With tickets at eight bucks a piece;
Now we're in our old age,
We take out a mortgage
To squint at Mick, Charlie and Keef.
...Not that I'm bitter...