Painting the soles of our Dr Marten's white Bowling up on Hampstead High St on a Saturday night Black bombers, blues and a packet of cigs The saturday nights of them early gigs Bazooka Joe, Deaf School and Sha-na-na Kilburn and the High Roads and we drove your daddie's car Proto punks, hooligans and Teddy Boys Pumpin' the fun-filled, rockin' fairground reggae noise Let's go (Where? Where? There) Let's go We flew from Camden Palace like a rocket Didn't know where the car was going but we couldn't stop it Followin the lovely girls in the red Cortina Eyes poppin' like a cartoon hyena Oh but you was drivin I was sat nav The Morris 1000 smelt like a portable lav The engine smokin' screamin' 50 miles an hour Across Blackfriar's bridge and past the Oxo tower Let's go Let's go Workin' all week with Barso driving the van Filled with old lawnmowers and petrol cans And by day just a working machine But by night a cosmic, electric, boogie limousine Thursday night we watch TOTP A pre-recorded performance with the MU bods We took them down the pub and we switched the tapes Oh, well let's buy a round for our new-found mates Let's go Let's go All the kids wanna scream and shout.. Let's go