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.
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Rumble In Brighton
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