She was an ex-marine She had her own machine She put my soul in dirty, and it came out clean I was in toxic awe I had my locked-up jaw I didn’t talk much, I listened and I looked and saw And I was just 19 I must’ve seemed quite keen She broke me open, I was no longer on either team So I'm going to Brighton, honey I'm going to Brighton, now (Ooh, la la la) (Ooh, la la la la la la) I was born to ramble I was born to roam But some days there’s nowhere I can just stay home So I trade in my shoes and my highway sign And I go on rambling through my own open mind Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yеah Yeah yeah yeah yеah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Chose things to discard It didn’t seem so hard Find freedom just down the river from my own back yard So I'm going to Brighton, honey I'm going to Brighton, now! (Ooh, la la la) (Ooh, la la la la la la) No no no no no She was a real bad bitch She was a dominant switch She deep into AC/DC, 1970’s kid She didn’t bug me much I called her kiss my crutch Maybe we spoke a different language but we kept in touch Now decades down the line Still get swept up sometimes A little revelry whenever certain stars align So I'm going to Brighton, honey I'm going to Brighton, now Now, now (Ooh, la la la) (Ooh, la la la la la)