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Lyrics
:: Every Saturday Night
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Every Saturday Night
Yvette is on the phone,
She's calling for an ambulance
You wouldn't leave it alone,
But you ain't getting any second chances now.
We're busted up inside.
I'll never shit right again.
You get the bag with the zip from head to toe
And all because you had to have a go.
Downtown, keep your head down.
Don't be another have-a-go hero. Uptown, keep your head down.
Don't be another have-a-go hero.
What's it all about?
I don't know so you better come tell me!
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
You think you're a cop.
I seen it on the CCTV.
You didn't know when to stop.
Now you're a victim and you'd best believe it.
We're busted up inside.
We're leaving here in a bag,
The kind of bag that
I'll sag with the weight of your bones.
Forget the cab, there's a snag - you ain't going home.
Downtown, keep your head down.
Don't be another have-a-go hero.
Uptown, keep your head down.
Don't be another have-a-go hero.
What's it all about?
I don't know so you better come tell me!
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
It's about this.
It's about that.
It's about a minute till you get knocked flat.
Botterill/Fish July 2002
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