We dared to dance in my backyard
A childhood tumbled and hard
we rhythmed till the clock had struck
we really did not give a fuck
but we did.
Come and take me to the Mardi Gras
I was growing fast and not so far
My mother’s foot upon her treadle
She would not let my father meddle
But she did.
We dressed in pink and silver lycra
Lost in music, singing free
Stretched out arms above our heads,
I will try not to sing out of key.
Someone sang with his friends
Was it me?
So off we danced into the zone of
long haired lovers leaving home
the hole in the concrete best to avoid
my steps were careful to tread, point and heel
and Carly Simon helped me feel
oh she so did!
She said it all did she not?
And all I did was trot to fox
All those words make sense why should they not?
Then sadly the world forgot
And then the music suddenly stopped.
And all the words were laughed aside
The lights were dimmed Poor Freddie died
And Bowie cried as he danced in the street
And the magic lifted from my feet
It was a wild world
lost in defeat.
Go go dancers – walk on by
You shone on polished floors,
reflecting music on your hips
To shimmy through your fingertips
and taste the gloss on pinky lips
Sweep your feet across the floor
And we shall be forevermore
Never will it be so great
and jump so high to levitate,
what a time we made
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