'Clifford T Ward was driving through his home town of Kidderminster, Worcs, when he spotted a pretty, young housewife dragging her two small children to a waiting car.

"She was obviously taking them to school and was in a great rush," he says. "She had her hair in curlers as she bundled her kids into a rusty Anglia and sped off".

"There she was, completely tied to her chores with all her thoughts on her family and no time for parties and pop music. Somehow the incident struck me as rather sad and I was inspired to write her a song."

Which is how his new single "No More Rock 'n' Roll" was born, followed by an album of the same name.'

(1975)

She gets up every morning at six o'clock
Feeds the baby, makes the breakfast,
                                         gets the kids off to school
And her husband's always late for work
No time to tell her she's still beautiful.
Is this the dream she used to dream?
It's not the way it used to seem
She's a housewife and her work's cut out
No more dancin', no more romance and
No more Rock 'n' Roll.

Every day seems much the same to her
Little time to put her feet up or to answer the door
But she's learnt how to cope and be thankful for her lot
And she handles it with care as her mother did before.
By all accounts she has arrived
To feel her age at twenty five
She's a housewife and her work's cut out
No more dancin', no more romance and
No more Rock 'n' Roll.

Sometimes she lets herself get carried away
Dreams of a love affair - to brighten up her day.

She's a housewife and her life's cut out
No more dancin', no more romance and
No more Rock 'n' Roll.

She's a housewife and her life's cut out
No more dancin', no more romance and
No more Rock 'n' Roll.