The strummer grinned, came stumblin’ in,
from across the stage.
He staggered there, a Jaggered pair,
to riff his rage.
Been touring long, coke-bottle-and-bong,
surviving rock star man,
Drugs kicking in, the strummer grinned.

Like Rolling Stones, and walking bones,
he’s looking thin.
Some whiskey here, some brandy there,
some heroin.
Sees Ronnie Wood, who’s looking like
his skinny evil twin,
Then caught his eye, the strummer grinned.

She’s my-little-Miss, Rock and Roll,
best solo song.
He’s looking old, like tainted mold,
but somehow strong.
Who knows how long, he’ll carry on,
his face looks mighty thinned.
Drunk to the end, the strummer grinned.