It`s a warm day
the sun is shining
Someone says Let`s go to Brighton
So we all get up on our friends car;
Hold on tight `cos we`re doing ninety miles per hour.
We left a London awhere it`s hot
We`re heading for our favourite spot
Down on the coast way past the town of Crawley;
Where the breeze blows and the air tastes of the sea.
We a walk along the promenade pier
Spend a pound or two on fun and beer
Then look around
see what we can see
Bikini girls and everybody smiling happily.
Sunbathe now h`on the beach
Here is the man who sells ice-cream
Way over there kids throw pebbles in the sea
Where we swim amongst a lot of pretty company.