Well, they were robbed, there is no doubt of that And in a lesser way, so were we The kind of world in which these songs sold in droves Well -- we found it wasn't to be And when that's how it is Well, its echoes can surround you Like a shadow on your life With your private passion shared by very few around, who You can't be sure include your wife But there, among the last of the devoted Was this quite amazing two Who understood, that if tirelessly promoted there was so much the 'net could do Who opened up a whole new world of sparkling choices Around the man scarce brushed by fame The richest sight, the growing ranks of Midnight Voices And then the FoDs they hardly dared to hope could happen But they built it, and he came... They never swerved They never doubted in the slightest they knew each wonderful song Must still be heard, and the writing team that penned them Must be put back where they belong And if in time There's not a place that's English-speakin' Where they've not heard Atkin/James It's these two who'll be lighting up the beacon And us cavorting round the flames So give it up, now, for Steve and Carole Let's have a round of applause In fact, let's give them a standing ovation For their total dedication to the cause.
ENLARGE
