Please come to Brighton
Please come to Brighton for the Springtime
I’m stayin’ in that ugly marina and there is so much to do
You can sell your kimchi out on the pavement
By the office where I hope to be workin’ soon
Please come to Brighton
But she said “No – MG won’t you come home to me?”
And she said, “Hey Swatchway guy now won’t cha settle down?”
“Brighton ain’t your kinda town”
“There ain’t no mud and nobody likes kimchi”
“I’m the number one fan of the man some call MG”
Please come to Scotland with the snowfall
We’ll anchor up into a loch so far we can’t be found
And throw “I’m freezing” echoes over the water
And then lie awake shivering till they come back around
Please come to Scotland
But she said “No – MG, won’t you come home to me?”
And she said, “Hey Swatchway guy now won’t cha settle down?”
“Scotland ain’t your kinda town”
“There ain’t no mud and nobody likes kimchi “
“I’m the number one fan of the man some call MG”
Now my Swatchway Rambler goes ’round and ’round
And I doubt that he’s ever gonna stop
But with all the boats he’s bought and sold
And the one that he’s now got
He now needs to come home
Settle in Frinton and cease to roam
Please come to Porto to live forever
Life alone in all this warmth is just too hard to bear
I’m moored on a pontoon that looks out over the bar
And there’s some yachts that have seen better days
Languishing just down the way
Please come to Porto
But she just “No – MG, won’t you come home to me?”
And she said, “Hey Swatchway guy now won’t cha settle down?”
“Porto ain’t your kinda town”
“There ain’t no mud and nobody likes kimchi “
“I’m the number one fan of the man some call MG”
“I’m the number one fan of the man some call MG”
[With apologies to David Loggins]