Start the car lets make a midnight run

Across the river to South London

To dance to the latest hi-fi sound

Of bass, guitar and drum

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure 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 pressure on

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

So one by one they come on down

From the tower blocks of my home town

Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat

Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

It has crooked past this crooked street

Where cars patrol this crooked beat

Badges flsh and sirens wail

They'll be taking one and all to jail

Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?