London by jetpack: It can be done What we spend on fuel, we'll make in film From the ICA to Abbey Road in seconds On high rooftops we'll dance the Twist I spent August in London when The New Romantics reigned And though I was oblivious then My love has never waned My "roots" are New Romantic, as Some "critics" have complained London by Jetpack: My verse novel? 'When teenagers fly... they change the sky' It's not the going up It's not the coming down It's the zooming round, the speed, the sex When I am monarch of the world, Weighed down by matters weighty I'll live in London once more, and Decree it's 1980 That all may dress as pierrots And pirates, like their king And all will have jetpacks; from club To club we'll go zooming At the Club with No Name, we'll dance again Vivienne Westwood will be my queen There'll be no army, only the Blitz It's not the going up It's not the coming down London by Jetpack, I'll write you yet