8weeks to Xmas and all through the city is
playing Footwear Fantasy, [my disc jockey] and his Hennesey
But where the honey's bee?
Waiting hours at the depot for my soles to come the truck. To what do we owe this type of shoe purgatory.
Demand for the rarity makes money and yes was we two Street but now still more money run us scared
sometimes and,
On the face of it, "Cool Hand [Disc Jockey]' Bonds his way through any echelon of Society. Except when he cannot.
Ladies want to see he [my disc jockey], be he louche, be he lucrative, be he Bugatti.
Intriguing perhaps voice and body.
We ready for the wave, the Hiroshige.
We ride with the flow, Body , Mind and Soul Control x
.............(c) Medbedhead