CALL ME DAVY

I followed a group when a South London teen

Neither adult nor child - something in
between;

And for all of you youngsters not born way
back when -

What you call a band, we called a group
then!

This group had real talent and we followed
the trends

Round the cafes and youth clubs with
several friends.

We set up their gear and then watched them
play

And we hoped and we dreamed they'd be
famous one day.

We fancied the singer, a blond boy called
Jones

And never suspected he'd not make old
bones.

But life overtook us, mature we became

We forgot about Davy and his search for
fame.

We worked hard, had children , and on the
years rolled;

It was hard to admit we were getting quite
old.

Then one day sitting quietly I saw my man
bridle

Whilst watching a programme about a pop
idol

'Was that group you once followed called
something like Bee?

Then that singer from Beckenham was David
Bowie!'

I googled some photos of Bowie when young

And went through the lists of the songs he
had sung

There was no doubt about it, David was our
lad

Remembering those days left me feeling
quite sad

But oh! What a tale for the family to share
-

How Nan knew David Bowie when he had normal
hair!