Twisted Wheel Lyrics - Rea Chris

I can see you now 

Standing on a street corner 

Pastel shades, and a candy stripe parallel 

Good time love, oh that I'd been much older 

Go messing with the boys from the incrowd 

But all I could do was wish them farewell 

What's that strange new music? 

What's that funny rhythm? 

They call it Blue Beat 

But you can call it 

Young love 

You can call it Tamla Dream 

Down at your local Motown machine 

I need to be loved down 

At your Twisted Wheel 

And I can see that little stage 

All the hands up in the air 

Bombers and blues gonna see us through 

Got my new lime suit mohair 

With a single vent sixteen inch 

Got my two-stroke wheels outside 

We only need the High Numbers low 

And anything on Stateside 

Down at your Twisted Wheel