Saturday Gigs Songtext
von The Trybe

In ′69 was cheapo wine
Have a good time
What's your sign?
Blow top to the roundhouse
On a Sunday afternoon

In ′70 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 ′71 all the people come
Lost 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 '72 we was born to lose
We slipped down snakes into yesterday′s news
I was ready to quit
Then we went to Croydon


Do you remember the Saturday Kicks?
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday Kicks?
We do, we do
Tickets for the fantasy
For twelve and six a time
A fairy tale
On sale

Oh, '73 was a jamboree
We were the dudes and the dudes were we
Did you see the suits and the platform boots?
Oh dear, oh God, oh my, oh my, oh

In ′74 on a Broadway tour
We don't much like dressin′ up no more
Don't wanna be here
But thanks for the win, Cliffs

Do you remember the Saturday Kicks?
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday Kicks?
We do, we do

You're the kids, pay a couple of quid
′Cause they need it just the same
It′s all a game
A grown-up game


Did you grow up on those Saturday Kicks?
We did, we did
Did you grow up on those Saturday Kicks?
We did, we did
And we've grown up on those Saturday Kicks
And you did, you did
And we′ve grown up on those Saturday Kicks
'Cause you did, you did