Retro festival all mod con rockers donning fine dress beyond old ions of scones and military ear phones.
The smell bakes a thousand hearts home to kingdoms of ancient thrones.
Dancing rock songs like jiggly jangling bags of bones trying to find a hip swinging, tail wagging drunk route home.
Fake bobby’s all plastic nobbys acting fat round like crime’s just a hobby.
Blue suede shoes, lots of booze, icons, pinups, braces and Elvis too.