Twisted Wheel

I can see you now, standing on a street corner

Pastel shades and a candy stripe parallel.

Good times, oh that I'd been much older

Go messing with the boys from the in crowd

but all I could do was wish them farewell.

What's that strange new music, what's that funny rhythm

Man they call it Blue Beat, but you can call it young love

You can call it Tamla dream, down at your local Motown machine

I need to be loved, down at your Twisted Wheel.

I can see that little stage, all the hands up in the air

Bombers and Blues gonna see us through, got my new lime suit mohair

With a single vent sixteen inch, got my two stroke wheels outside

We only need the High numbers now and anything on Stateside

Down at your Twisted Wheel.

 Twisted Wheel

Chris Rea.

From the album ‘Deltics’


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