They hear my Brixton briefcase from across the pond

London's burning but the beat goes on

Feel my power, the electrical life

Real rude boys own the town tonight We don't need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around

The liquor tastes like lightning, as soon as the sun goes down Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on I got a Brixton briefcase, Ministry of Sound

The walls between us, they could tear them down

It's a Brixton briefcase that's such a sin

Looks get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin Whoa, do you hear the chorus

Smile and sing along

Shake your ass for me, mama

They're playing your favorite song Turn it on

Oh, turn it on

Turn it on

Oh, turn it on Worn off records, nothing soft

Turn it a bit louder, tell Old Bill, *** off

All my family and all my friends

Have to ride that train or wait to the ends Oh, aren't you a naughty little neighbor, pretending to be posh

Burning the music won't save us, only a wine colored citric wash Get on

Get it on, get on

Get it on

Turn it on I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power

I got a Brixton briefcase

Feel my power