Young Man's Game - The Doobie Brothers

Now there ain’t no rules or regulations

When you’re playing rock’n’roll

You got your backbeat in the driver’s seat

You’re rollin' and it’s out of control

Now they say that it’s a young man’s game

And that is who is fanning the flame

But they seem to forget

Who shot the rocket out of the hole

You got your young string slingers

Burnin' up and down the fretboard all day

You got your metal on the darkside

Warnin' of the judgement day.

But there’s still a lot of guys on the road

And they’re knockin' down a backbeat, Lord

We got thirty long years

Of bringing people rock’n’roll

Rockin' music makes us whole

It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old

They love to hear on the radio

It takes your troubles away

I’ll tell you what don’t work for me That crazy ideology

That says playin' that rock’n’roll

Is just a young man’s game

Now if you’re playin' in a collesium

Or in a smoky old club

Long as all the people rockin'

There’s a whole lotta shakin' going on When you’re singin' in harmony

And you’re down on your bended knee

Throw your guitar in the trunk

And drive your Cadillac to the show.

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I’m hear to tell you it drives me insane

To hear that rock’n’roll music’s

Just a young man’s game

Drivin' in my car I’m tryin' to relax

But those rock’n’roll critics goin' yak yak yak

I’m here to tell you it drives me insane

To hear that rock’n’roll music’s

Just a young man’s game

Drivin' in my car I’m tryin' to relax

Have Mercy!

Those critics talkin' yak yak yak!