‘Sounds of the Seventies’

My mind memorizes those dancehall nights
when we bopped till we dropped to the 70’s delights
We travelled our lands with our handbags in our hands
dressed top to toe in the latest brands
Monday thru to Friday we worked on the factory floor
Then if we’d saved up our pennies
we’d buy a new dress to adore
After dialing up the numbers in the telephone kiosk
down on the corner of the street
just so you knew when to meet
We’d meet our friends at the bus stop
catch the number 43
Run to the back seat
chat together merrily
Talking about Saturday night
Excitement filled the smokey air
Coz back in our days
Smoker’s smoked everywhere
There was no such thing as a smoke-free zone
So after you had been in the pubs
how your folks did moan
You would smell like a kipper
but without the fish
The stale smell would linger on your clothes until your Mam’s washing swish
Never-the-less those days were good
How you wish you could go back there
Dressed up in Sargent Pepper jeans
with your rusty ‘Ziggy’ cut hair
Buying your booze from the pub
before you hit the ‘Viking’ grounds
With handbags plonked down in the center
best friends dancing to the sounds
At the end of the evening
when all the dance clubs were shut
you would slowly stagger home
feeling a trifle half-cut
With your boyfriends hand
how you thought it felt grand
Then you’d kiss him goodnight
under the yellow street light
Yes the ‘Sounds of the seventies’
You still hear them played now
In every era that has followed
We salute our bands with a bow
Like 2 Pin it 0

Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Love the memories its bringing back to me ,thank you Jill ,so well written x
Aww thank you Audrey so pleased you enjoyed my ditty xx