Da um Da um Suddenly there�s a knock at your head Don�t let the music come and try and take your *TV set* Ha ha ha happiness is a bowl in your hand you�ve got to try and blow this party trip as far as you caann Ooooh wah wah ooooh Cre Cre Cre creosote is pouring out of my brain And tram de da do da crick in your neck Get a room, get a head get a hat We'll come and do the heavy [parva reference?] where the trouble is at Come in to 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 Ne ne ne nuerofen-max is a word and a mum They�re just tryin� to put the punk back into punch-a-mon Pe pe pe pe panic over party off party on We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one Come in to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy Count your do da and you�re out of your face Can see into your room from outer space Wa ooh wa oh Come in to the city on a Saturday night It�s not the size of the 9 til 5 I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters �Cos it�s the size of the fire and man that makes the difference to the size of the sham Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are we�re on the edge of the night Cut through the city on a Saturday Night I asked your mother and she said its alright We�re getting married when we�re thirty Gonna do it on your birthday Cos I don�t wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna live the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are we�re on the edge of the night