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.