|
Well, it's a no good complain |
|
and the things are the same as they used to be |
|
When the cut of the close cut sharper than a knife |
|
Darlin' back for days mean so much to me |
|
It was more than a dancehall, more a way of life |
|
Cause all them voisler dancing all through the night |
|
Fresh from working down on the cold |
|
And those pretty faces in the flashing lights |
|
They put the magic into my Northern Soul |
|
Ohhh... |
|
Well I went back of London and looked at the heart of a nation |
|
But I spent my time looking over my shoulder and freedom |
|
Everyone tells me that this is the right situation |
|
Ohhh, but the hearts of the nation is missing whenever I need them |
|
Cause all them voisler dancing all through the night |
|
Fresh from working down on the cold |
|
And those pretty faces in the flashing lights |
|
They put the magic into my Northern Soul |
|
Ohhh... |
