Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Got my baby and gone
Train train rolling round the bend Train train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again
Come down to the station Meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master If the train's running late He said "If you're a-waiting on the 444 I hate to tell you son That train don't stop here anymore"
Train train rolling down down the line Train train rolling down the line Well it took my baby And left poor me behind
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Heard that whistle blowing It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was pulling out of sight
Mystery train smoking down the track Mystery train smoking down the track Well I don't want no ride Just bring my baby back
Well be bop a lula she's my baby Well be bop a lula summertime blues Well it's something else man and you can't lose I'm gonna race with the devil and maybe I'll win And I'm gonna dance with skinny Jim Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Halleluja I love her so bee I bickey bop bo bo go Cut across shorty you can't fail She got a red blue jeans and a pony tail Well hang on tight man you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well come on everybody let's get together tonight Say mama can I go out tonight Well I sure miss you and the twenty flight rock Get your dungarees on let's a blue jean bop Well hang on tight you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight boys you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie
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
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 iii 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
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
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
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
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
