two tone at home

Mento, Calypso and all that Jazz

blew in on a Jamaican breeze

rhythm and blues , and snares that crack

and hips that sway, chords like palm trees

the walking baseline stepped ashore

in Windrush Brogues so patent bright

black heels clicking, on two and four

one white socked foot lifted each night

the corkscrewed hips, the crawl and twist

the punch, the bass, the upbeat bliss,

the offbeat riddims, guitars that glisten

shimmer upstroke ,breathe and listen

then a later generation

moved by that rock steady beat

syncopated dislocation

the Midland maestro's from the street

the English Beat moved more than feet

and Coventry was Special too

Saxa bridging Orange Street

new wave revival, and Punk 'F*ck you'

made to heal tears, soul inflection

full stop ranking beat creation

staccato Stiff and Two Tone at home

British Ska that moved a nation

gangsters never trashed Hotel rooms

wha'happen dancing Jabsco did

three minutes heroes The Selector

too much pressure under the lid

the only invaders were North London

became the Camden Nutty Boys

brethren of the Prince were invited

racist toddlers threw out their toys

we harassed our mothers for Doc Martins

14 holers if we dared

black Harrington's with tartan lining

ad drainpipe jeans, trousers not flared

buzz-cut, ch ch, braces too, Skinhead style not BNP,

tabloid rubbish all the while

Bad Manners Margate by the sea

Jerry,Terry,Gaps and Pauline,

chequerboard that we adored

Yes and flares and Mud and Wombles

all the things that we abhorred

too young for Punk, but liked the naughty,

the Madness then was Absolute

rebels at playtime, ties as peanuts

beaten with canes and kicked with boots

the energy was so infectious,

the dancehall skanking had us hooked

other tribes could not deflect us

too cool for school was how we looked

and still Ska makes me feel alive,

a running man, two stepping madly

a child transported out of time

a Grandad dancing very badly

so thank you Rhoda, Roger, Doug

your body snatching, toasting tongue

Monsieur Barso, El Thommo, Suggs

by now I'm sure it must be love

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