Back in sixty-eight in a sweaty club 
Before Jimmys machine and the rocksteady rub 
On a night when flowers didnt suit my shoes 
After a week of flunkin and bunkin school 
The lowest head in the crowd that night 
Just practisin steps and keeping out of the fights. 
Academic inspiration, you gave me none 
Ah but you were Michael the Lover 
The fighter that won. 
And look at me now looking down at you 
No Im not being flash, its what Im built to do. 
That man too the stage with his towel swingin high 
This man was my bombers, my dexys my high 
The crowd they all hailed you and chanted your name 
Ah but they never knew like we knew 
Me and you were the same 
Now youre all over, your song is so tame 
You fed me, you bred me 
Ill remember your name.