Lyrics:
of joy
We'll go to Greenwich
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll frighten
When you're in
Your bathing suit so
Brighton niggas, let's see that money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe
Word
Hall expo, intellect, you read pro
Son trifling fuck
Wildflower on the cycle and
Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in'
West Brighton Pool, now
months ago
I ran to Brighton
It didn't solve anything, no
I thought it would not be a problem
But I found out the night
We rode the Circle Line
It had
to Brighton on the weekend
NARC's radar
suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands
year to the day
Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say
He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is
ting from Brighton
(Can I get away with saying that?)
'Cause all my man are running to the money
We be running like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man
of joy
We'll go to Greenwich
Where modern men itch
To be free
And Bowling Green you'll see
With me
We'll bathe at Brighton
The fish you'll
Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the Silver Ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In
I'm not a plain Jane
I got Jane insane hopping on the cane
She give me top then I rock it again
She give me Brighton dome
I'm up bright and early
So fucking what?
Well I've been to Hastings
And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So What, So What
And I've been here,
And I've been
where he could start to preach
I said "Well try a church or maybe Brighton beach"
And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed
He said "You
Brighton
The Hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten
To be here, there and everywhere's fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time
with a sting in the tail
Tonight we'll draw blood
From Blackpool tower to Brighton pier
Turn the lights out we know there's no-one here
Goodbye
He got shafted in Bradford for his out of date routines up there
And the trouble he ran into Brighton was more than his share
He's been running for
Brighton
The Hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten
To be here, there and everywhere's fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time
call
Call you down in New Mexico
In New Brighton and Tokyo
I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
For well it may hap'
"Well try a church or maybe Brighton beach"
And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed
He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all
an English Wipeout
English Wipeout english Wipeout
Oh no hello Manchester
Goodbye Liverpool
We're going to the south coast
Portsmouth and Brighton get up
brighton down to eastbourne
sea sick sailors getting tough
but the dead sea navigators
were made of stouter stuff
golden years, golden years
no-one
place, I would be watching twice as much
But woah, we'll always be winning
And just standing feeding pigeons on the Brighton beach boardwalk
And everybody
(Good morning!)
Oh! Fuck!
She says, "Let's go to Brighton Beach,
And the ? disco."
Well that would be great fun of ironic kind,
For your
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