Saturday Night Lyrics - Macc Lads

It was Saturday night, we were dressed for the kill, 

I've got my rubbers, Stez wants one on the pill 

'Come on lads, stop hanging around, get in the car and we'll hit the fucking town.' 

Beater pulled a rough one, but she had a lot up front, 

Greasy hair, hadn't washed for weeks 

She had flies buzzing round her melon 

Saturday night, time for boozing and fighting 

Saturday night, its fucking exciting 

Saturday night, time to get the ale in 

Saturday night, ------ is paying 

Watch it Beater! Her boyfriend's here 

Broken nose, cauliflower ear 

That bastard weighs 500lb 

Look at his hands, they're dragging on the ground