Thirty years ago...

I was on a plane to France
when we heard the news.
About Zinc Alloy and his motorway blues.
He got too close to some old tree
And now the boy is history.

But history is no bad thing,
As we shall hear, and he'll still sing:

Remembered, feted, not forgot
Or left behind to ruin and rot -
Infected with his boogie flu
The youth today can jive, and do
Electrically they jive anew
They jive, and yes, they boogie too.

They hear the words - like these, they're dumb
But leavened with his Les Paul strum
And still those words ring, clear and light

Because we love to boogie

We love to boogie

We love to boogie
On a Saturday night.