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 'cause we're doing ninety miles per hour
We left a-London a-where 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 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 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