Saturday's boys live life with insults, Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it! Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths, Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford, Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, they never win but that's not the point is it, Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out!
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong.
Save up their money for a holiday, To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Think about the future - when they'll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.
These are the real creatures that time has forgot,
Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - what's the system?
Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back of course!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
