Mods and Rockers

Mods and Rockers

Mods on mirrored scooters, buzzing round the scene,
Parkas were their overcoat, a lighter shade of green,
Flares their chosen legwear, always in a trance,
And difficult to picture their chosen style of dance.

Rockers, were much harder all hair and beards they were,
Great big boots with laces, and leather everywhere,
Big motorbikes with handlebars, and low on them they sat,
And when they danced, they jumped around, like stamping on a rat.

Headbangers and wavymen the mods and rockers were,
Jumping all about them and swaying at the air,
They didn’t seem to be with it, well, not to me at all,
They always seemed in fairyland, – while headbutting a wall.

Mick.