Da um
Da um
Suddenly thereÔÇÖs a knock at your head
DonÔÇÖt let the music come and try and take your *TV set*
Ha ha ha happiness is a bowl in your hand youÔÇÖve got to try and blow this party trip as far as you caann
Ooooh wah wah ooooh
Cre Cre Cre creosote is pouring out of my brain
And tram de da do da crick in your neck
Get a room, get a head get a hat
We'll come and do the heavy [parva reference?] where the trouble is at
Come in to the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys, I wanna wear my clothes tight
Matching jackets and a fistful of notes
New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
Ne ne ne nuerofen-max is a word and a mum
TheyÔÇÖre just tryinÔÇÖ to put the punk back into punch-a-mon
Pe pe pe pe panic over party off party on
We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Come in to the city on a Saturday night
Open your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy
Count your do da and youÔÇÖre out of your face
Can see into your room from outer space
Wa ooh wa oh
Come in to the city on a Saturday night
ItÔÇÖs not the size of the 9 til 5
I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters
ÔÇÿCos itÔÇÖs the size of the fire and man
that makes the difference to the size of the sham
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night
Cos you and me are weÔÇÖre on the edge of the night
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night
I asked your mother and she said its alright
WeÔÇÖre getting married when weÔÇÖre thirty
Gonna do it on your birthday
Cos I donÔÇÖt wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna live the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night
Cos you and me are weÔÇÖre on the edge of the night
