Lyrics:

We were sauced right there on Brighton beach You a goth and I was such a peach I sought to be the best at it PC Plod he still arrested it We're getting over it We're sweating over it That makes you happy I'm happy too. You're game in spite of everything [Page theme] and then she'll be some things Your name carved on my Brighton rock My name can be your mental block We're getting over it We're sweating over it That makes you happy I'm happy too.