I can see you now

Standing on a street corner

Pastel shades, and a candy stripe parallel

Good time love, oh that I'd been much older

Go messing with the boys from the incrowd

But all I could do was wish them farewell



What's that strange new music?

What's that funny rhythm?

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



And 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 low

And anything on Stateside

Down at your Twisted Wheel