There's the rockabilly cats, with their pomps real high,
Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys.
Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans,
Lookin' real tough and mighty mean.

[Chorus]
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight;
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight.
There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do;
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight.

They sew fishhooks under their collars,
They got razors in their shoes.
I said: "Go, cat, go," their battle cry;
World War Three is startin' to brew.

Now the skinheads all use blackjacks,
And they're lookin' mighty mean.
They got chains wrapped around their fingers,
And their heads are all shaved clean.

[Chorus]

Well, there ain't a man left standin',
So let's all go get a beer.
No team is a winner,
So we'll see you all next year.

[Chorus]

Rumble in Brighton tonight.
Rumble on the beach tonight.
Rumble in Brighton tonight.
Rumble on the beach tonight.

There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do;
Line right up for a sideline view.
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight;
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): BRIAN SETZER, JAMES MC DONNELL