You go with your two feet bare
 
 Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton
 
 A country house, a liar and a louse live there
 
  
  And go with your arms held wide
 
 Happiness in your eyes, convincing
 
 And stay the night, turn out every light you see
 
 And lay them down buried in the ground for me
  
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa
  
 
 The tongues of the creatures wait
 
 Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on
 
 A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me
 
 A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me
  
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa, my love, whoa, my love
 
 Whoa