Too right he enters the stage
to a regal band of brass and pomp
cheers, whistles and applause
weaving through hands held high
welcoming the best to do it
his tracksuit outwitting our
t-shirt weather, hoodies all summer
fan references before it begins.
From there, Class Of Deja reigns.
Every word of every bar as on point
as the CD versions under our beds
retired to memory box stacks of the
songs and energies that made us
triggering nods and shake alongs
to classic verse and recent chorus
the new ones as strong or stronger
advertising hard work and growth.
Quality shines as daylight falls.
Thousands heaped in favourites
rapping along to every other line
spill out home sweet home.