Saturday evening
Saturday evening, a quarter to five,
Oh, we see him arive at the door.
Pushed you aside, as he staggered inside,
Spitting alcohol over the floor.
A storm is abrew, and it's sure to fall soon,
As I look at you from the shore
So you'd better hold on
'Cos it's saturday night
And your friend are all out
And you feel like shit
'cos they never called you
No, they never called you
No, they call, never call, never bloody ever...
Call me a name and i'll hit you again
You're a slut, you're a bitch, you're a whore
Talk to your daddy in that tone of voice
There's a belt hanging over the door
So you run to your room
And you hide in your room
Thinking how you cna settle the score
But it's saturday night
And a quarter to six
And your friend are all out
But you live in the sticks
Still they never called you
No, they never called you
No, they never call, never call, never bloody ever call!
The blue flashing light
Last saturday night
Brought the neighbours all out on the street
We watched as the fireman carriend you out
Then we stared at each others feet
Now, everyones sees and yet nobody says
All we all just afraid of the heat
But it's saturday night
And I'm lying alone
In the bed that I made
Disconnected the phone
Still they never called you
No, they never called you
No, they never call, never call, never bloody ever call!
Writer(s): Francis Healy
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