Song Description

seaside sleaze

Lyrics

(Ballad of Brighton & Hove)

She lifts up her skirts like the whore of Babylon
Everyone?s invited to a saucy seaside marathon
She gives it away like there?s no tomorrow
No need to pay when you can beg and steal and borrow

High tide, free ride
Everybody?s gonna be satisfied
Shore thing, she can dance and sing
Keep on spinning candyfloss
and you won?t feel a thing

She puts on her face like a painted jezebel
Different colour varnish on every fingernail
She camps it up like a pantomime dame
She?s end of the pier but she still dreams of fame

High tide, free ride
Everybody?s gotta be satisfied
Piers, queers and cheap souvenirs
Punters come for just one day
and stay for 50 years

She?s a bit of a ham but her patter?s well honed
She?d like to be sandy but she?s always too stoned.
Pretends to be single as she sashays on the shingle
But actually she?s hitched to a dodgy old cove
A dreadful bore who lives next door and calls himself Hove

She opens her purse and purses her lips
Lips frame a curse as she swivels her hips
Bad goes to worse as she sips and she sips,
Stumbles and trips as she licks up the drips.
Many a slip between cup and lip

High tide, free ride
Everybody?s gonna be satisfied
Shore thing, she can dance and sing
Keep on spinning candyfloss
and you wont feel a thing

She lifts up her skirts and her tights are all ripped
Flips open another pack of John Player?s tipped
Buy her a drink and tell her she?s pretty
Give her your love but none of your pity
She?s not just a town, she?s a born-again city