Remembering those heady days
The pier beside the sea
Those seagulls ranting
The penny slots
No winners
No, not me
I won, 3 pennies
and lost it all
those cups did not
attract the ball
round and round
it flew, Oh! dear
then it was gone
for good

rotten flooring
Ceiling peeled
The red and white
Blinds that concealed
a time gone by
when hordes of souls
rambled over here

Brighton in its hay day
welcomed
people from all over came
West Pier full of Bingo callers
and amusements, yes the very same
Deck chair lovers
sat together
gazing back at beach and sea
That was Brighton
in its hay day
Yes it was the place to be