Let’s Go

Painitng the soles of your Dr. Martin's white
Bowling up Hamstead High Street on a saturday night
Black bombers and booze, and a packet of cigs, the saturday nights of them early gigs
Bazoka Joe, Deaf School and Sha Na Na
Kilburn and the High Roads and we drove your daddies car
Past proto punks, holigans and teddy boys
Pumping the funfair, rocking fairground reggage noise

Well let’s go
Let's go
Let's go
Come on let’s go

We flew from Camden Palace like a rocket
Didn't know where the car was going but couldn't stop it
Following the girls in their lovely red cortina
Your eyes were popping like a cartoon hyena
You was driving I was sat nav
The Morris 1000 smelt like a portable lav
The engine smoking screaming 50 mile an hour
Across Black friars bridge and past the Oxo Tower

Well let's go
Let's go
Let's go

Working all week with Barzo driving the van
Filled with old lawnmowers and a petrol can
By day just another working machine
But by night a cosmic electric boogie limousine

And Thursday night we watched Top of the Pops
Our pre-recorded performance with the NU bods
Took them down the pub and we switched the tapes
Well
Let's buy a round for our new found mates

And let's go
Let’s go
Let’s go
Come on let's
And let’s go
Come on let's
Everybody let's go
Go