The Hoople

Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Ill keep you safe and all right Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Wont you roll away the stone Why be cold and so

Sixty-nine was cheapo wine, Have a good time, What your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one

Songwriters: Hunter, Ian Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place in the front row. O