Sixty-nine was cheapo wine,
Have a good time,
What your sign
Float up to the Roundhouse
On a Sunday afternoon.In Seventy we all agreed
A King's Road flat was the place to be
'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company.In Seventy-one all the people come
Bust a few seats but it's just in fun
Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops
We play better than they do
In Seventy-two we was born to lose
We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news
I was ready to quit
But then we went to CroydonDo you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we doThe tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time
A fairy tale on saleOh, Seventy-three was a jambouree
We were the dudes and the dudes were we.
(oh oh oh oh oh)
Did you see the suits and the platform bootsIn Seventy-four on the Broadway tour
We didn't much like dressing up no more
Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip.Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we do
But now the kids pay a couple of quid
'Cause they need it just the same
It's all a game
A grown-up gameBut you got off on those Saturday gigs
And we did, we did
'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs
And we did, we did
And we got off on those Saturday gigs
And you did, you did
And we got off on those Saturday gigs
'Cause you did, you didDon't you ever forget us
We'll never forget you
We're going to sleep now
You better be good, right (ha ha ha)
See you next time
So long for now
Songwriters
IAN HUNTERPublished by
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