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Right! |
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Fat guy jets by, bony in a zodiac |
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Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack |
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All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade |
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Boozy losers cruising, maybe trawling for some rough trade |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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(Hey!) |
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Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? |
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(Hey!) |
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Too many memories are burning in your bed |
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(Hey!) |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue |
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Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too |
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Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw |
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Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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(Hey!) |
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Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? |
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(Hey!) |
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Too many memories are waiting in your bed |
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(Hey!) |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette |
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Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect |
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Tottenham court road, litter skitters in the wind |
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My, the city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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(Hey!) |
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Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? |
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(Hey!) |
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Too many memories are waiting in your bed |
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(Hey!) |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night in the city of the dead |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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Sat'day night |
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(Repeat and fade) |