SATURDAY NIGHT

Suddenly there's a knock at your head Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set Happiness is the ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can 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 lets travel first class Cut through the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I want to be like those guys I want to wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fist full of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes Pneumothorax is a word that is long They're just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung Party over, party off, party on 'Cos 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 want to see what they see I want to love you like crazy When cameras are pointing right at your face Can see into your room from outer space Cut through the city on a Saturday night It's not the size of the man in the fight I want to know what that does I want to show what matters 'Cos it's the size of the fight in the man That makes the difference and decides who is champ Cut through the city on a Saturday night 'Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife Cut through the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she said it's alright We'll get married when we're thirty I want to do it on your birthday 'Cos I don't want to waste a moment with you I just want to dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night 'Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife