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.
From the album ‘Deltics’
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