[Verse 1]

We were sauced right there on Brighton beach

You a goth and I was such a peach

I sought to be the best at it

PC Plod he still arrested it

[Chorus]

We're getting over it

We're sweating over it

That makes you happy (Oh-oh)

I'm happy too (Ooh!)

(La-la-la La-la-la-la)

(La-la-la La-la-la-la)

[Verse 2]

You're game in spite of everything

Page B and then she'll be some things

Your name carved on my Brighton rock

My name can be your mental block

[Chorus]

We're getting over it

We're sweating over it

That makes you happy (Oh-oh)

I'm happy too (Ooh!)