GROOVY GEAR MAN

We had winkle-picker shoes
and rhythm 'n' blues;
Cuban heeled boots,
with Italian suits;
Tapered strides
and wide kipper ties;
Paisley cravats
with Donovan hats.
This was the gear,
and these were the styles.

This was the era
of giraffe collared shirts;
that's what we'd wear
to impress the girls.
Then came jeans,
by Wrangler or Straus,
with big wide bottoms
that flared right out.
It really felt good
in those times,
to be out on the town,
dolled up to the nines.

Rock or pop,
folk or jazz,
even if you fancied
a cool bit of trad,
whatever your bag,
whatever your choice,
you'd find it live
on Saturday night.

We knew all the words
to Bob Dylan's songs,
and to The Beatles
we'd sing along.
But while to 'The Stones'
I'd tap my feet,
The Move with Roy Wood
was more up my street.