Текст песни Saturday Gigs

Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine

Have a good time, what's your sign

Float up to the roundhouse

On a Sunday afternoon

In seventy we all agreed

A king's road flat was the place to be

'Cause Chelsea girls are the best

In the world for company

In seventy-one all the people come

Bust a few seats but it's just in fun

Take the Mick out of top of the pops

We play better than they do

In seventy-two was born to lose

We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news

I was ready to quit

But then we went to Croydon

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?

We do, we do

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?

We do, we do

The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time

A fairy tale on sale

Oh, seventy-three was a jamboree

We were the dudes and the dudes were we
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Did you see the suits and the platform boots?

(Oh dear, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy)

In seventy-four on the Broadway tour

We didn't much like dressing up no more

Don't wanna be hip but thanks for a great trip

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?

We do, we do

Do you remember the Saturday gigs?

We do, we do

But now the kids pay a couple of quid

'Cause they need it just the same

It's all a game, a grown-up game

But you got off on those Saturday gigs

And we did, we did

'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs

And we did, we did

And we got off on those Saturday gigs

And you did, you did

And we got off on those Saturday gigs

'Cause you did, you did

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye

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