"Saturday Night" as written by and Jerry/randl Rix....
Da um
Da um
Suddenly there's a knock at your head
Don't let the music come and try and take your
Ha ha ha happiness is a bowl in your hand
You've got to try and blow this party trip as far as you can

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 where the trouble is at

Come in to 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 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 want to see what they see, I want to love you like crazy
Count your do da and you're out of your face
Can see into your room from outer space

Wa oh wa oh

Come in to the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the 9 til 5
I want to know what that does, I want to show you what matters
'Cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause I don't want to waste a moment with you
I just want to live the whole night through

Cut through the city on a Saturday Night
'Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the night


Lyrics submitted by Contristo, edited by legislacerator, darkeyelewj, gravethief13

"Saturday Night" as written by Jerry Rix Peter J Randl

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    General Commentlol, vvvvery wrong lyrics!!! here are the ones on the album :)

    S-s-s-s suddenly ther'es 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

    C-c-c-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 wanna be like those guys
    I wanna wear my clothes tight
    Matching jackets and a fist full of notes
    New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes

    P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
    They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung
    P-p- p-panic over party off party on
    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 wanna see what they see, I wanna 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 wanna know what that does, I wanna show you 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 says it's alright
    We'll get married when we're thirty
    I wanna do it on your birthday
    Cos I don't wanna waste a moment with you
    I just wanna dance the whole night through
    Cut through the city on a Saturday night
    Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife
    Whatsername1251on April 02, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI found this song a few days ago....it rocks. Specially the Da.....um...
    chemicalnovaon February 25, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentdunno if i heard a different version of the song or wat!? i heard the one on the album and theres loadsa differences to those lyrics heres a few:
    in the first verse its
    "dont let them in because they're trying to take your tv set"

    then
    "creosote is pouring out of my brain i swear i heard the floorboards they were creaking your name"
    "we're going to hell anyway lets travel first cass"

    and the second verse:
    "pneumothorax is a word that is long they're just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung"

    lol theres more changes but dont wanna make the longest comment in history. anyway wat i originally came here to say is wat a great song this it one of my favourite on their great album although modern way and everyday i love u less and less are up there too :D
    xxlianexxon March 18, 2005   Link
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    General Comment"Ne ne ne nuerofen-max is a word and a mum
    They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punch-a-mon"

    Hahaha, what the hell?
    Juddermanon March 30, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentha ha well done for taking the time to sort them, they were crazy lyrics!
    xxlianexxon April 03, 2005   Link
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    General Commentwtf with the original lyrics. Thanx whatsersname.
    P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
    K-nuxXxon May 02, 2005   Link
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    General CommentSo is this song just about having a fun night out?
    The_Decocksteron August 10, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthis song makes me think along drug or drink influenced lines... a lot of them are very mad random thoughts that you might associate with someone who's under the influence of something or other.
    dropsofon August 11, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti agree with dropsof that it is about drugs. It is about smoking, doing drugs, getting into fights and thinking it is cool and the only way to have fun

    C-c-c-creosote Is pouring out of my brain
    I swear I heard the floorboards they were creaking your name

    this is a reference to inhaling creosote.

    Matching jackets and a fist full of notes
    New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes

    the notes refered to here are either money or doobies that are not yet rolled, personally i believe it is the drug one since that seems to be the overwelming point of this song.

    P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
    They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung

    pneumothorax is a bunch of gas in a cavity of the lung that results from either injuring the luing or a treatment for tuberculosis which of course is caused by smoking. So it could be a reference to smoking or to getting hurt (possibly on the motorcycle mentioned previously in the song)

    It’s not the size of the man in the fight
    I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you 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

    this refers to fighting and the last line probily is meant to show that they are out looking for a fight, or it could be broadend to mean living on the edge and taking drugs and smoking.
    farrellon August 16, 2005   Link
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    General CommentHi there are a lot of mistakes in tha submission lol =]
    I think the song is about getting high... seems like that hehe.
    This is one of my favourite songs on their album.
    DistantStormon January 01, 2006   Link

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