|Lyrics:||It was Saturday night and we're dressed for the kill,|
I've got me rubbers, Stez wants his on
Come on lads, stop hanging around,
Get in the car, we'll hit the fuckin'
Now Peter pulled a rough one,
But she had a lot up front,
had greasy hair, hadn't washed for weeks,
Had flies buzzing round her legs.
Saturday night, time for boozing and fighting,
Saturday night, you know it's fucking
Saturday night, time to get the ale in,
Saturday night, Gold Eagle's
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
Saturday night, you know it's fucking exciting,
Saturday night, it's time to get
Saturday night, fuck off you fucking bastard