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 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 ... © IAN HUNTER MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com