Come on, come on, wake up, forget the past
Life’s moving on, we’re living fast
If it ain’t happening for you, it ain’t gonna last
Come down to Soho where the beat goes on all night
and the groove just takes over, man,
Downtown and out of sight.
Carnaby street, Whimpy
cappacino, fries
If we’re lucky, catch an act at the 3i’s.
Grosvenor square, Granny Takes a Trip
It’s all to come, don’t you wanna be hip?
Oh no it’s the police, I just wanna to break free.
“Allo, Allo, son are you hiding from me?”
You wouldn't think it was almost 1963
Next you’ll be protesting for six more consultants at St Peters A and E”.
(a don't stop till you drop production, normal service has been resumed)
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