| Well there’s the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high
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| Wearing black drape coats, all real gone guys
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| The cool skinheads with roll up jeans
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| Looking real tough and mighty mean
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
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| There ain’t a Godddamn thing that the cops can do
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| They sew fish hooks under their colars
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| Got razors in their shoes
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| «Go cat go» is their battle cry
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| World War Three is starting to brew
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| Well, the skinheads all use black jacks
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| And they’re looking mighty mean
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| They got chains wrapped around their fingers
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| And their heads are all shaven clean
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
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| There ain’t a Goddamn thing that the cops can do
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Well there ain’t a man left standing
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| So let’s all go grab a beer
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| No team is a winner
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| So we’ll see you all next year
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
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| There ain’t a Goddamn thing that the cops can do
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Rumble on the beach tonight
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| Rumble in Brighton tonight
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| Rumble on the beach tonight
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| Well man there ain’t a Goddamn thing that the cops can do
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| So line back up for a side line view
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| Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
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| There’s a rumble in Brighton tonight |