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 it's 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 - it's 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!
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