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