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

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