When you’re walking down the street
Just clap your hands and move your feet
Search deep inside your soul and find the beat
And whatever you feel is right
Take that beat to the club and dance all night
In Brighton, where the people make it bright

And when you’re strolling through the laines
There’s no two people quite the same
You always win in Brighton’s fashion game
And everything you see – in sight
Is different, there are no look-alikes
In Brighton, where the people make it bright

And when you’re laying on the beach
The waves crash down but don’t quite reach
You sit there and you stare right out to see
And there’s no place you’d rather be
So far away from misery
In Brighton, the people are the key

© Martin James Powell 2008