The Brighton Buses are coming down
Round the bend then back again
Coming down from Leeds and Newcastle
It's Friday night so they're nearly always full 

They bringing his girlfriend back to the sea
Back to the town where she longs to be
He's standing on the Old Steine carrying flowers
They're going to make the weekend last for forty-eight hours

Under the pier at night
Watching the seagulls coming home too
Watching the big waves breaking in the moonlight

The southern ladies are coming down
Round the Lanes, they all look the same
Buying hats they can't afford
Their husbands wait outside and they look so bored

Bored with the shops and the price of clothes
That's the way the conversation goes
Thinking how the years have turned to dust
Those thirty years ago when he met her off the Brighton Bus

Going down to Lovers' Walk
Taking her hand, touching her hair
Getting in close and all she'd ever do was talk

The sons and daughters are going downtown
High on the music, it never lets you down
Their mothers wouldn't like it 'cause they're getting old
It hasn't got a tune, it's nothing like rock and roll

The Brighton Buses are coming down
Round the bend then back again
Coming down from Leeds and Newcastle
It's Friday night so they're nearly always full