Testo: Kirsty MacColl. Titanic Days. Big Boy On A Saturday Night.

The last of England's spoiled brats, grand order of the gutter rats
A big fish in a public house
You're never going to learn to shut your mouth
A silly pseudo lager lout with nothing much to shout about
Spent hours looking in the mirror trying to perfect the perfect pout
Now take the spotlight and pause for your applause
Well my oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night
You try but there is always something - something not right inside
There's always someone
Somebody else to take the power and the glory all for themselves

With you I suffered heaven knows although we never came to blows
It's just as well 'cos I can tell I would have wiped the floor with you
You don't like'them', you don't like'us'
You make me laugh but seriously I look at you what do I see?
A clapped out Nazi with a blunderbuss
So take the spotlight And pause for your applause
Well my oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night
You try but there is always something - something not right inside
There's always someone
Somebody else to take the power and the glory all for themselves

So take the stage and let's have a great big hand now
My oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night
That's when you really know they love you
When somebody else will feed your face and kiss your arse
And wonder where the time flew past
Oh yes my darling's such a big boy on a Saturday night