SANDS OF BRIGHTON

Are you just an old man
Who likes a sunny seaside,
Paddling in the water or lying on the sand?
Doing nothing else but laze
Soaking up the gamma rays,
Hoping you end up with body nice and tanned.

So why don’t you tell me your story,
And say to me why you feel so fine.
Let me shake you by the hand
And join you on the sands of Brighton.
I’d best be leaving before I change my mind.

Are you with somebody
There on the sands of Brighton?
Or are you loving life there all on your own?
There’s no need for much thinking,
Just have more time for drinking,
If I come and join you, you won’t be alone.

So why don’t you tell me your story,
And say to me why you feel so fine.
Let me shake you by the hand
And join you on the sands of Brighton.
I’d best be leaving before I change my mind.

Have you tried their chip shops,
By the dozen on the seafront?
Best with salt and vinegar, fish galore.
Washed down with a pint of beer
Or anything that brings you cheer,
If one’s not enough you can always ask for more.



So why don’t you tell me your story,
And say to me why you feel so fine.
Let me shake you by the hand
And join you on the sands of Brighton.
I’d best be leaving before I change my mind.

And have you seen the old pier
In all its former glory,
Stretched across the sand and out to the sea?
Music playing everywhere
And no-one with a worldly care,
You’re really very lucky and I do wish it was me.

So why don’t you tell me your story,
And say to me why you feel so fine.
Let me shake you by the hand
And join you on the sands of Brighton.
I’d best be leaving before I change my mind.