Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Death Of Guitar Pop
Death Of Guitar Pop
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Hick
Jonathan Hick
Songwriter
Oliver Hookings
Oliver Hookings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitchell Ayling
Mitchell Ayling
Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1 Mothers drunk, On the hunt for a man, Dolled up and tanned, Pina colada in hand, I’m sat in The British Bulldog Bar, Watching Summerslam, And the familiarity of Stone Cold 3:16’s my only comfort in this foreign land, Bridge 1 Sex on the beach, Sex on the beach, Mother she’s so horny, French kissing a Geordie, Sex on the beach, Sex on the beach, Chorus: horn melody Verse 2 Things are tough by the sea & the sand, This aint nothing like what you see in them ads, I’m sat in the British Bulldog Bar, Missing my old man, But the familiarity of Stone Cold 3:16, It gives me comfort in this foreign land, Bridge 2 Sex on the beach, Sex on the beach, Mother she leaves us three for a hotel room orgy, Sex on the beach, Sex on the beach, Chorus: Horn melody Middle 8 Maria, If you’re still out there…i’d just like to say a great big thank you (for looking after me that day), You weren’t just a hotel receptionist, More like a Guardian Angel, I sort of wished you’d be my new mother but knew that order was too tall, You bought me a friendship bracelet, I must admit I misplaced it, But the love you showed me - I still hold it in my heart to this day, For just one afternoon my world felt safe, For just one afternoon my world felt safe, Then it was straight back, straight back to The British Bulldog Bar. Outro chorus (horn melody) Then it was straight back, straight back to The British Bulldog Bar
Written by: Jonathan Hick, Oliver Hookings
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