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