Black bird
Not the feathered one
The mod who stood by you I'm sure that she's 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

Copyright: THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Writer(s): MICHAEL PARK