"Welcome To Burning-by-Sea" lyrics

It's a tart of a town, but she's still holding on
And still looking sexy in the right kind of light
Where the good days are coming, and the good days are gone
Come for the funfair, stay for a fight

It's a tramp of a town, and it gets in your blood
Like Red Bull, champagne, lager and coke
'Til you fly like like an angel, with feet in the mud
And wind up face down braggin' and broke

Sushi bar
Greasy spoon
Steak and Ale
Vindaloo
Peppa Pig
Daisy Bell
Little Mix
Little Nell
Hampshire wine
Yorkshire tea
Single Malt
Mickey D
We got the sand, we got the sea
We got fish and chip's with an apostrophe

Burning by the sea
Is a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burning by the sea
Burning by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burning by the sea

Go up over the hill, it's a beautiful scene
White sheep, grey skies, fields of green
Into the woods where the Green Man rules
And resists being dissed by political fools
Back to the seaside, kick off the dust
Stone kings and queens, Great War monument
A terminal town, made of marble and rust
And seaweed, seagull shit and cement

Stately home
Council flat
Cherry Reds
Bowler hat
Rugby club
Church bazaar
Candy floss
Bumper car
Scones and jam
Village green
Ken's Kebabs
Nicotine
We got the Noz, we got the Speed
We bugged out walkin' like a centipede

Burning by the sea
Is a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burning by the sea
Burning by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burning by the sea

Burning by the sea
Is a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burning by the sea
Burning by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burning by the sea