Start the car, let's make a [bad word] Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of the bass, guitar and [bad word] 
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension off
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
For the sweat will start [bad word] With a cymbal splash, a word of [bad word] And a rocking bass and [bad word] 
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

One by one [bad word] on down
From the tower blocks of my home town
Stepping with the rhythm of the musical beat
Drowning out the pressures of the crooked street

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

It has crooked pas, this crooked street
Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Badges flash and sirens roll
They'll be taking one and all to jail

Oh Prance, Prance, you want a law to dance?
This particular one is a crooked, crooked street [bad word] 

Start the car, let's make a [bad word] Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of the bass, guitar and [bad word] 
Seeking out a
This particular one is a crooked, crooked street [bad word]