While a fat guy zips by, bony in a Zodiac

Picking out trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack

All-night boys in the Piccadilly arcade

(???) trawling for some rough trade



Saturday night

Saturday night

Saturday night in the city of the dead

Can't you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?

Too many memories are burning in your bed

Saturday night in the city of the dead



Dead in the dole queue, face like a statue

Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too

Spiked hair, don't care, hot spam outlaw

Rad man (?) rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw



(Chorus)



High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette

Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect

Tottenham Court Rolexes the excuses (?) in the wind hide

The city's pretty dead but I'm still alive



(Chorus)



Saturday night

Saturday night

Saturday night

Saturday night in the city of the dead



Saturday night



(Repeat and fade)