Two Tone

I was young, once, and knew no bounds and oft went running with the hounds chasing heirs, blossoms if not there plucked, without worry or a care. Met in rhythm of a 2 tone ska bewitched by sax and bass guitar; escaping from my ghost town spell Mantovani could go to hell! Rocksteady, reggae, punk, new-wave freedom, freedom, never be a slave! Checkerboard shirts with Tonic suits skinny blue jeans and eight-hole boots. Mom don’t like multicolored mates so that’s her problem, them’s her hates Thatcher’s on her wall, she expounds; so I went running with the hounds.