
Date of issue: 08.09.2013
Song language: English
The Crooked Beat |
Start the car lets make a midnight run |
Across the river to South London |
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound |
Of bass, guitar and drum |
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off |
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat |
Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst |
For the sweat will start to run |
With a cymbal splash, a word of truth |
And a rocking bass and drum |
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on |
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat |
So one by one they come on down |
From the tower blocks of my home town |
Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat |
Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat |
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on |
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat |
It has crooked past this crooked street |
Where cars patrol this crooked beat |
Badges flsh and sirens wail |
They’ll be taking one and all to jail |
Prance! |
Prance! |
You want a law to dance? |