Sea Side Shuffle

It's a warm day, the sun is shinin'

Someone says, "Let's go to Brighton"

So we all get up on our friend's car

Hold on tight 'cause we're doin' ninety miles-a-per hour

We left London, a-where it's hot

We're heading for our favorite 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 we 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