Brixton Beat - The Toasters

Out for some fun on a Saturday night

Had to dogde into door ways to keep out of fights

Catch sight of Frazzled Frida a tired old tart

I heard she gives it free on Sundays a couple of hours before she starts

One eye on the coppers, an eye out on the street

Come on boys let’s do some Brixton Beat!

In a beat up Mini Minor on Saturday nights

Stear clear of pubs when you get into fights

Say hello to Tired Frida a frazzled old tart

She gives it free on Sundays an hour before she starts

Big fat coppers hang out upon the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat!

Up in the morning and the dreadocks straight

Out on the street its a theatre of hate

He’s born in a land that he calls his own

But they call him «Aiy black boy, black boy go home»

Knockin him down standing moving his feet

National Front, the Brixton Beat

Well they pick you off for sus or nothin at all

Tell racists jokes to make you feel small

And if they don’t like ya, they take you away

Never even listen to a word you got to say

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Well they take you off to jail put up into the dark

Send you off for a short sharp shock

The devil makes work for idle hands

Yo fat old man do you understand?

Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat

Brixton Beat!

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Burning police cars down on the street

Come on boys do the Brixton Beat