It's peaceful back in Brean back at the beach Everything was peach everything was scorching everything was free heat See man's feet there scorching from this baked beach Bet you can't reach reach for the stars even if you tried you're not even the right hight don't test your might Don't even say goodnight Don't laugh at me try swimming in bear shorts then you mock me Up left right down Knock that frown you clown get outta Town. You hound. Hear that sound it's getting rounded up the sea shores. Take full course. Wait for that horse. We try to relocate back at Brean cos we get that like its Halloween This is something special that we do every Tuesday and something we do every Sunday. I want some pancakes we flip that till we get that on Sunday.