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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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