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 "**** 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