Big Boy On A Saturday Night - Kirsty MacColl

The last of England's spoiled brats, grand order of the gutter rats 
A big fish in a public house
You're never going to learn to shut your mouth
A silly pseudo lager lout with nothing much to shout about 
Spent hours looking in the mirror trying to perfect the perfect pout 
Now take the spotlight and pause for your applause 
Well my oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night 
You try but there is always something - something not right inside 
There's always someone
Somebody else to take the power and the glory all for themselves 

With you I suffered heaven knows although we never came to blows 
It's just as well 'cos I can tell I would have wiped the floor with you 
You don't like'them', you don't like'us' 
You make me laugh but seriously I look at you what do I see? 
A clapped out Nazi with a blunderbuss
So take the spotlight And pause for your applause 
Well my oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night 
You try but there is always something - something not right inside 
There's always someone
Somebody else to take the power and the glory all for themselves 

So take the stage and let's have a great big hand now
My oh my you're such a big boy on a Saturday night 
That's when you really know they love you 
When somebody else will feed your face and kiss your arse 
And wonder where the time flew past 
Oh yes my darling's such a big boy on a Saturday night