lol, vvvvery wrong lyrics!!! here are the ones on the album :)
S-s-s-s suddenly ther'es a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set
Happiness is the ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
C-c-c-creosote Is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floorboards they were creaking your name
Get a room, Get a head get a hat
We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
Matching jackets and a fist full of notes
New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung
P-p- p-panic over party off party on
We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Over your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy
When cameras are pointing right at your face
Can see into your room from outer space
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It’s not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters
‘Cos it’s the size of the fight in the man
that makes the difference and decides who is champ
Cut through the city on a Saturday Night
Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she says it's alright
We'll get married when we're thirty
I wanna do it on your birthday
Cos I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna dance the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife
lol, vvvvery wrong lyrics!!! here are the ones on the album :)
S-s-s-s suddenly ther'es a knock at your head Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set Happiness is the ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
C-c-c-creosote Is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floorboards they were creaking your name Get a room, Get a head get a hat We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fist full of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung P-p- p-panic over party off party on We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Over your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy When cameras are pointing right at your face Can see into your room from outer space
Cut through the city on a Saturday night It’s not the size of the man in the fight I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters ‘Cos it’s the size of the fight in the man that makes the difference and decides who is champ Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she says it's alright We'll get married when we're thirty I wanna do it on your birthday Cos I don't wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife