Lyrics:
Suddenly there's a knock at your headDon't let the music come and try and take your TV setHa-ha-ha-happiness is a bowl in your handYou've got to try and blow this party trip as far as you cannCre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brainAnd ... crick in your neckGet a room, get a head, get a hatWe'll come and do the ... where the trouble is atCome to the city on a Saturday nightWatching the boys on their motorbikesI wanna be like those guysI wanna wear my clothes tightMatching jackets and a fistful of notesNew sneakers and a fresh pack of smokesNe-ne-ne-nuerofenmax is a word and a mumThey're just trying to put the punk back into punch-a-monkPe-pe-pe-panic over party off party onWe are birds of a feather and you can be the fat oneCome to the city on a Saturday nightOpen your heads like a satelliteI wanna see what they seeI wanna love you like crazyCount your ... out of your faceCan see into your room from outer spaceCome to the city on a Saturday nightIt's not the size of the nine until fiveI wanna know what that doesI wanna show what mattersCause it's the size of the fire and manThat makes the difference to the size of the shamCut through the city on a Saturday nightCause you and me are we're on the edge of the nightCome to the city on a Saturday nightI asked your mother and she said it's alrightWe're getting married when we're thirtyGonna do it on your birthdayCause I don't wanna waste a moment with youI just wanna live the whole night throughCut through the city on a Saturday nightCause you and me are we're on the edge of the night