Dexy's Midnight Runners

Back in sixty-eight in a sweaty club
Before Jimmys machine and the rocksteady rub
On a night when flowers didnt suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin and bunkin school
The lowest head in the crowd that night
Just practisin steps and keeping out of the fights.
Academic inspiration, you gave me none
Ah but you were Michael the Lover
The fighter that won.
And look at me now looking down at you
No Im not being flash, its what Im built to do.
That man too the stage with his towel swingin high
This man was my bombers, my dexys my high
The crowd they all hailed you and chanted your name
Ah but they never knew like we knew
Me and you were the same
Now youre all over, your song is so tame
You fed me, you bred me
Ill remember your name.