State of the art pop in the seventies

[Thanks to Signalroom]

"Oh, you're absolutely fine, your lips are taste of wine, I'd like to think you're mine." 
That must be the finest lyrics ever, after Eddie Grant's "Oh, the feeling is bad, the feeling is bad."






I loooove the keyboardist! How manly can you get?! "Real men have hips on ball bearings."