A PRIDE OF SEAGULLS

You flood our friendly city’s streets
In a flamboyant tide.
We welcome you and celebrate
The glory that is Pride.

Yes, we can see you holding hands.
It’s not that hard to tell!
Your boyfriends know that you are here —
Because they’re here as well.

This is the twenty-first century.
It’s all quite normal. Yet
Some throw such chants at Brighton fans
And think we’ll be upset…

Oh, Oscar Wilde! Such cutting wit!
No need to have them muzzled.
It’s far more fun to fling it back
And see the morons puzzled.

Thus: “You’re too ugly to be gay”
We sing. They are perplexed.
And “One nil to the nancy boys”
Just leaves them doubly vexed.

Yes, we are Brighton, from the South.
And most of us will say
Proud of our city and our club —
And proud for you today.