Twisted wheel
I can see him now, standing on a street cornerPastel shades and a candy stripe parallelGood time love, oh that I'd been much olderGo messing with the boys from the in-crowdBut all I could do was wish them farewell
What's that strange musicWhat's that funny rhythmThey call it Blue Beat, but you can call it young loveYou can call it Tamla DreamDown at your local Motown MachineI need to be lovedDown at your Twisted Wheel
And I can see that little stageAll the hands up in the airBombers and blues gonna see us throughGot my new lime suit mohair
With a single vent sixteen inchGot my two-spoke wheels outsideWe only need the High Numbers nowAnd anything on stateside…
Down at your Twisted Wheel