Black bird, not the feathered one
The mod who stood by you
I'm sure that shes in love with him
And the gangs resemble movie stars
And the story lines the same
This made them famous today
Where'd you go?
Where'd you really go?
I'm supposed to be there too
And the fighting on the dance floor
Makes things hard tonight
And my eyes are watching over you
And the skinheads they embraced me
Even those who shouldn't care
To be around someone like me
Where'd you go?
Where'd you really go?
I'm supposed to be there too
Rude boy, are you looking for a place
To park your bike today? I'm riding next you
And the mods are gathering
To smoke some grass tonight
And the livers of the men
Just watch them smoke
And the fighting on the dance floor
Makes things hard tonight
And my eyes are watching over you
And the skinheads they embraced me
Even those who shouldn't care
To be around someone like me
Where'd you go?
Where'd you really go?
I'm supposed to be there too