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 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 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