Kirsty Maccoll - Big Boy on a Saturday Night текст песни

(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin)

The last of englands spoiled brats

Grand order of the gutter rats

A big fish in a public house

Youre never going to learn to shut your mouth

A silly pseudo lager lout

With nothing much to shout about

Spent hours looking in the mirror

Trying to perfect the perfect pout

Now take the spotlight

And pause for your applause

Well my oh my youre such a big boy

On a saturday night

You try but there is always something

Something not right inside

Theres always someone

Somebody else to take

The power and the glory

All for themselves

With you I suffered heaven knows

Although we never came to blows

Its just as well cos I can tell

I would have wiped the floor with you

You dont like them you dont like us

You make me laugh but seriously

I look at you what do I see?

A clapped out nazi with a blunderbuss

So take the spotlight

And pause for your applause

Well my oh my youre such a big boy

On a saturday night

You try but there is always something

Something not right inside

Theres always someone

Somebody else to take

The power and the glory

All for themselves

So take the stage and

Lets have a great big hand now

My oh my youre such a big boy

On a saturday night

Thats when you really know they love you

When somebody else will feed your face

And kiss your arse

And wonder where the time flew past

Oh yes my darlings such a

Big boy on a saturday night