At the Ace Cafe, at the break of day The bikes, they are lining the roadway. The rumble of twins, raising the grins of the assembled leathered and weathered.
As the engines all start, they begin to depart, Bikes rolling down to a seaside town. Some people on trikes, well it takes all types, Ride the way from London to Brighton
Now down by the beach, along the waterfront reach There and then once again they’ll assemble In front of the seaside hotels, around the burger van smells They gather in devotion to two-wheel motion.
There’s bikes of all sorts, Harleys ’n’ Japanese imports There’s some pride and joys, and some weekend toys, Some funny looking critters and some ear-splitters, And they’ve ridden the London to Brighton
And amongst the…