Seaside Kebab Shenanigans

Welcome to the boardwalk,

baby Best spot in Brighton Where the waves roll in And the

heads are spinning

It's Saturday night, well,

actually Sunday morn

Between

two and four am,

a new crowd is born They're stumbling off the beach,

looking for a savior And Saud is probably sleeping after daytime behavior

While Vini's slicing lamb under fluorescent tubes And Elio is dealing with

these rowdy, drunken dudes

Oh, Sea Side Kebab,

right on the front Serving up the grease that the people really

want (yeah) With Mo on the counter and Hisham on the grill

They're charging seven quid for a culinary thrill At the Sea Side

Kebab, Brighton's absolute best (haha) Where we feed the wild beasts of

the south coast coast-to-coast

Ali's wrapping pitas like a surgeon with the foil While the seagulls

outside are plotting for the spoil Every customer is swaying,

singing loud off-key Demanding garlic mayo on their journey to the sea

"Make it fast, mate,

I've got a taxi down the road!" But Vini's in the zone,

managing the heavy load

And when the doors finally close

and the chaos starts to clear No more vinegar on the floor,

no more spilled-out beer In walks Nodir

with the mop and the broom

To sweep away the madness under the morning moon

Oh, Sea Side Kebab,

right on the front Serving up the grease that the people really

want (yeah) With Mo on the counter and Hisham on the grill

They're charging seven quid for a culinary thrill At the Sea Side

Kebab, Brighton's absolute best (haha) Where we feed the wild beasts of

the south coast coast-to-coast

Shout out Elio, shout out Saud on the day shift Mo,

Hisham, Ali, keeping us alive

Nodir,

clean it up for tomorrow night

See you next Saturday (ahhhh)