She was an ex-marine
She had her own machine
She put my soul in dirty
And it came out clean
I was in toxic awe
I had my locked-up jaw
I didn't talk much
I listened and I looked and saw
And I was just 19
I must've seemed quite keen
She broke me open
I was no longer on either team
So I'm going to Brighton, honey
I'm going to Brighton, now
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
I was born to ramble
I was born to roam
But some days
There's nowhere I can just stay home
So I trade in my shoes (ooh, la la la)
And my highway sign (ooh, la la la)
And I go on rambling (ooh, la la la)
Through my own open mind (ooh, la la la)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yеah (ooh, la la la)
Yeah yeah yeah yеah yeah yeah yeah (ooh, la la la)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (ooh, la la la)
Chose things to discard (ooh, la la la)
It didn't seem so hard (ooh, la la la)
Find freedom (ooh, la la la)
Just down the river from my own backyard (ooh, la la la)
So I'm going to Brighton, honey (ooh)
I'm going to Brighton, now
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la) No, no, no, no, no
She was a real bad bitch
She was a dominant switch
1970s kid
She didn't bug me much (ooh, la la la)
I called her Kiss-my-Crutch (ooh, la la la)
Maybe we spoke a different language (ooh, la la la)
But we kept in touch (ooh, la la la)
Now, decades down the line (ooh, la la la)
Still get swept up sometimes (ooh, la la la)
A little revelry (ooh, la la la)
Whenever certain stars align (ooh, la la la)
So I'm going to Brighton, honey (ooh)
I'm going to Brighton, now
(Ooh, la la la) Now, now
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)
(Ooh)