Out for some fun on a saturday night
   Had to dogde into door ways to keep out of fights
   Catch sight of Frazzled Frida a tired old tart
   I heard she gives it free on Sundays a couple of hours before she starts
   One eye on the Coppers an eye out on the street
   Come on boys let's do some Brixton Beat!
  
   In a beat up Mini Minor on Saturday nights
   Stear clear of pubs when you get into fights
   Say hello to Tired Frida a frazzled old tart
   She gives it free on Sundays and there for she starts
   Big fat Coppers hang out upon the street
  
   Come on boys do the Brixton Beat!
  
   Up in the morning and the dreadocks straight
   Out on the street its a theatre of hate
   He's born in a land that he calls his own
   But they call him "Aiy black boy, black boy go home!"
   Knockin him down standing moving his feet
  
   National Front, the Brixton Beat
  
   Well they pick you off for sus or nothin at all
   Tell racists jokes to make you feel small
   And if they don't like ya, they take you away
   Never even listen to a word you got to say
  
   Burning police cars down on the street
   Come on boys do the Brixton Beat
  
   Well they take you off to jail put up into the dock
   Send you off for a short sharp shock
   The devil makes work for idle hands
   Yo fat old man do you understand?
  
   Burning police cars down on the street
   Come on boys do the Brixton Beat
  
   Brixton Beat! Ahhh
   Brixton Beat (brixton)
   Brixton Beat
   Brixton Beat
  
   Burning police cars down on the street
   Come on boys do the Brixton Beat