I have my Brixton briefcase, from across the pond London's burning, but the beat the goes on Feel my power, the electrical life Real rude boys, own the town tonight And we don't need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around The liquor touch 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 Blokes get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin Whoa, do you hear the chorus Smile and sing along Shake your arse for me, mamma 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 "f** off" To all my family, and all my friends Have to ride that train, or then wait to the ends Oh, aren't you a nosy little neighbor, pretending to be posh Burning the music won't save us, only a wine coloured 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