Sat'day Night In The City Of The Dead Lyrics - The Island Years - Ultravox

Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac 

Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack 

All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade 

Boozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough trade 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night in the City of the Dead 

Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? 

Too many memories are waiting in your bed 

Sat'day night in the City of the Dead 

Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue 

Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too 

Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw 

Rap band 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 Road litter skitters in the wind 

The city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive 

[Chorus] 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night in the city of the dead 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night 

Sat'day night