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It's Mondo Space Age rising
So ditch that loud guitar
As clubs spring up in London
Playing chintzy MOR
Where Easy Listening gurus
Now find they can survive
By argung the case for
The Harry Stonheman Five
And Kaempfert Comes Alive.
Where Afro perms, Mancini
And Matt Monroe are in
And Camden kids will kill for
A working Theremin
Where Wout Steenhuis - on vinyl
Can cost you half your wad
And any fan of Brit Pop
Will find he's on his tod
For Bacharach is God.
They drop the name discreetly
Juan Garcia Esquivel
An Yma Sumac button
Adorning their lapel
Now James Last meets the Jetsons
And Alpert's worth a fling
Where Stylophone is sexy
But Vibraphone is king
And no one feels a thing.
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