Start the car, let's make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of the bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension 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 tension on Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat One by one they come on down From the tower blocks of my home town Stepping with the rhythm of the musical beat Drowning out the pressures of the crooked street Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat It has crooked pas, this crooked street Where cars patrol this crooked beat Badges flash and sirens roll They'll be taking one and all to jail Oh Prance, Prance, you want a law to dance? This particular one is a crooked, crooked street [Incomprehensible] Start the car, let's make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of the bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a This particular one is a crooked, crooked street [Incomprehensible] © NINEDEN LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com