“You make my pants want to get up and dance
You make my face want to grin.
You make my knees want kneel down, say please
Honey won’t you kiss me again.”
Even now at the wrong end of seventy odd years, I can still get up and dance around to this with what appears to be the same vitality as I used to so many years ago.
RIP Ray Sawyer 31st December 2018