Here, along in wide gait stroll
To a favourite watering hole
Sporting Perry and Badged holdall
Saxone brogues scarce under control
Holding a torch for his Northern Soul.
Hoping he can have it all.
Vinyl from a different age.
A rhythm that escaped its cage
Exhumed, imported all the rage
3 minutes for your weekly wage
A beat to let your heart engage
With moves enacted centre stage
To the scene with new soul mate
A mecca to visit and recreate
The heat from the beat as dex dilate
Since the birth of the “wheel” ‘til the 3 before 8
They dance to a new attrition rate
That four decades accentuate.
No tail feathers shaken in full bloom
No backdrops like the highland room
No syncopated catacomb
No smoke filled civic hall ballroom
No Local club scant elbowroom
Now weekenders the faith assume.