Saturdays boys live life with insults, Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they Dig it! Saturdays girls work in tescos and woolworths, Wear cheap perfume cause its all they can afford, Go to discos they drink babycham talk to jan - in bingo Accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, They never win but thats not the point is it, Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out! Their mums and dads smoke capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong. Save up their money for a holiday, To selsey bill or bracklesham bay, Think about the future - when theyll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way. These are the real creatures that time has forgot, Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - whats the system? Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive cortinas fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back of course!