I know a place where to get down
I call it funky town
The colours have never been so bright
Like in Brighton
So why won't you take me to funky town
Where we shout the pub
Down and heading toward a club
In a cub
Skinny dipping by shoreham , bitch
Forgetting our clothes in some ditch
But who cares
What happens abroad , stays abroad
I bet you all wish wore there !
Went home to in a trolley
... Took an shortcut
End up in the wrong alley
Went to see what all fuzz was about
By the first sight
I knew I wore gonna here hang out
... Every Friday night
Dancing in the moon light
To the jukebox in the corner
... Falling for a foreigner
My own little Portslade baby
Not even knowing my name .,,
But you can call me maybe ?