They were soon joined by a third manager. This guy was amost as tall as They were. His name was Larry. And Larry spoke in a very slow deliberate Way. And Larry always smokes his long Havana cigar. He always had one Lit. And he always refered to me as co*k. No no. co*k is a London Expression for mate, chum "Hello co*k. How are you co*k? How's your co*k, co*k, alright?" But Larry was crucial. Larry was very important. Because he knew people In the music industry. Robert and Grenville had failed to get us a recording Contract. But Larry knew a man who knew a man. Larry said "Now we gotta be opportunistic. We gotta find you a name" One evening we were having a drink in pub with Larry and somebody Commented on the fake leather caps that Dave and Pete were wearing Someone else said that we were wearing kinky boots. A few days later Larry showed us the mock-up of the artwork for the advertisement And there we were. We were called: The Kinks. And I hated it But Larry's eyes were glowing with excitement. "Kinks, co*k, Kinks "Kinks, co*k, Kinks. It's short, five letters. You'll be bottom of the bill But you need something that will stand out and Kinks will stand out I can see it. The curiousity value will be incredible. That's a gimmic Me old co*ker. We'll all dress in leather with whips and riding boots Very kinky. We'll put the pictures in the trades, they'll love it. Maybe we Got to get a new stage gear, my boys, lots of buckles and leather strips" I hated the name Kinks, but what did I know But Larry knew a man who knew a man, and this man got us a three Single deal with Pye Records. The first record was a cover of Little Richard's Long tall Sally, but it died a d**h. The follow-up was significant In that it was the first song I had composed for The Kinks, a very naive Optimistic song called You still want me. Unfortunately nobody did The third record had to be hit, otherwise we'd get kicked off the label