Da um Da um Suddenly there is a knock at your head Dont let the music come and try and take your TV set Ha ha ha happiness is a bowl in your hand youve got to try and blow this party trip as far as you can
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 Well 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 Theyre just tryin 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 you are 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 Its not the size of the 9 til 5 I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters Cos its 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 were on the edge of the night
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night I asked your mother and she said its alright Were getting married when were thirty Gonna do it on your birthday Cos I dont wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna li have the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are were on the edge of the night
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