It's a tart of a town, but you're still holding on
And still looking sexy in the right kind of light
When the good days are coming and the good days are gone
Come to 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 an angel with feet in the mud
Or wind up face down, ragged 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's
We got the sand, we got the sea
We got fish and chips with an apostrophe

Burnt it by the sea
It's a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burnt it by the sea
Burnt it by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burnt it 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 resist being dissed by political fools
Back to the seaside, kick off the dust
Stone kings and queens, great war monuments
A terminal town made of marble and rust
And seaweed, seagulls, shit and cement

Stately homes, council flats
Cherry reds, bowler hats
Rugby clubs, church bazaar
Candy floss, bumper car
Stones and jam, kid's cream
Ken's kebabs, nicotine
We got the nods, we got the speed
We bugged out, walking like a centipede

Burnt it by the sea
It's a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burnt it by the sea
Burnt it by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burnt it by the sea

Burnt it by the sea
It's a bloody place to be
Talk about history
Burnt it by the sea
Burnt it by the sea
Take a little trip with me
Better bad company
Burnt it by the sea

Better bad company