Da um Da um Da um Da um Suddenly there’s a knock at your head Don’t let them in because they're trying to take your TV set Ha ha ha happiness is the ball in your hand you’ve got to try and blow this party just as far as you can
Ooooh wah wah ooooh
Cre Cre Cre creosote is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floorboards they were creaking your name Get a room, get a head get a hat We're going to hell anyway, let's travel first class
Cut through 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
P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung Pe pe pe panic over party off party on We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Over your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy Camera pointing right at your face Can see into your room from outer space
Wa ooh wa oh
Cut through the city on a Saturday night It’s not the size of man in the fight I wanna know what that does, I wanna show what matters Cos it’s the size of the fight in the man Yhat makes the difference and decides who is champ Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me we’re on the edge of a knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night I asked your mother and she said its alright We’ll get married when we’re thirty I wanna do it on your birthday Cos I don’t wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are we’re on the edge of a knifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
