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
Till you fly like like an angel with feet in the mud
And wind up face down bragging 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 flats
Cherry Reds, bowler hats
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

Better bad company