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Текст (слова) песни: Kirsty Maccoll - Big Boy on a Saturday Night
(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin)
The last of englands spoiled brats
Grand order of the gutter rats
A big fish in a public house
Youre 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 youre such a big boy
On a saturday night
You try but there is always something
Something not right inside
Theres 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
Its just as well cos I can tell
I would have wiped the floor with you
You dont like them you dont 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 youre such a big boy
On a saturday night
You try but there is always something
Something not right inside
Theres always someone
Somebody else to take
The power and the glory
All for themselves
So take the stage and
Lets have a great big hand now
My oh my youre such a big boy
On a saturday night
Thats 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 darlings such a
Big boy on a saturday night
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