What A Miserable Saturday Night

Me mates have gone and left me, gone off to a gig
I'm down on me luck, but they don't give a fig
I'm stuck at home here, sick as a pig

What a miserable Saturday night!

There's nothing to do, nothing on the telly
Nothing in me pocket, I got nothing to say
Plenty of nothing ain't plenty for me

What a miserable Saturday night!

I bet they're down the booze and knocking it back
They're blagging the birds, the dirty rats
They're giving them this and giving them that
And I'm stuck at home

They're smoking, joking, mucking about
They're laughing loud and shouting out
But I got nothing to laugh about
'Cause I'm stuck at home

What a miserable Saturday night!

I wish that I'd have gone round to see me old dad
He don't say a lot, but he ain't so bad
To think I'm still sitting here is making me mad

What a miserable Saturday night!

Nothing to eat 'cause we've run out of bread
The fire's gone out and the telly's gone dead
I make a cup of cocoa and shoot off to bed

What a miserable Saturday night!

I bet they've probably pulled some bits to stay
And took 'em round to a fish takeaway
Then off they go for a ride, I say
And I'm stuck at home

They're having a whale of a time, the dirty rats
Bet they're up to all kinds of stunts
They're putting their hands around their ear
And I'm stuck at home

What a miserable Saturday night!