| Lyrics: | It was Saturday night and we're dressed for the kill,
I've got me rubbers, Stez wants his on
the pill,
Come on lads, stop hanging around,
Get in the car, we'll hit the fuckin'
town.
Go.
Now Peter pulled a rough one,
But she had a lot up front,
She
had greasy hair, hadn't washed for weeks,
Had flies buzzing round her legs.
It was
Saturday night, time for boozing and fighting,
Saturday night, you know it's fucking
exciting,
Saturday night, time to get the ale in,
Saturday night, Gold Eagle's
playing.
Watch it Peter. I said watch it Peter,
'Cos her boyfriend's here, he's got
a broken nose and a cauliflower ear,
That bastard weighs two hundred pounds,
Look at his
hands, they're draggin' on the ground.
Saturday night, time for boozing and
fighting,
Saturday night, you know it's fucking exciting,
Saturday night, it's time to get
plastered,
Saturday night, fuck off you fucking bastard |
