Suddenly There's A Knock At Your Head
Don't Let Them In Because They'll Try To Take Your TV Set
Ha-ha-ha-happiness Is A Ball In Your Hand
You've Got To Try And Throw This Party Just As Far As You Can

Cre-cre-cre-creosote Is Pouring Out Of My Brain
I Swear I Heard The Floor Boards They Were Creaking Your Name.
Get A Room, Get A Head, Get A Hat
We're Going To Hell Anyway Lets Travel First Class

Come To The City On A Saturday Night
Watching The Boys On Their Motorbikes
I Wanna Be Like Those Guys
I Wanna Wear My Clothes Tight
Matching Jackets And A Fistful Of Notes
New Sneakers And A Fresh Pack Of Smokes

Ppp-pneumothorax Is A Word That Is Long.
They're Just Trying To Put The Punk Back Into Punctured Lung
Pe-pe-pe-panic Over Party Off Party On
'Cause We Are Birds Of A Feather And You Can Be The Fat One

Come To The City On A Saturday Night
Open Your Heads Like A Satellite
I Wanna See What They See
I Wanna Love You Like Crazy
When Cameras Are Pointing Right In Your Face
Can See Into Your Room From Outer Space

Cut Through The City On A Saturday Night
It's Not The Size Of The Man In The Fight
I Wanna Know What That Does
I Wanna Show What Matters
Cause It's The Size Of The Fight In The Man
That Makes The Difference And Decides Who Is Champ

Cut Through The City On A Saturday Night
Cause You And Me Are We're On The Edge Of The Night
Come To The City On A Saturday Night
I Asked Your Mother And She Said It's Alright
We're Getting Married When We're Thirty
I Want To Do It On Your Birthday

'Cause I Don't Wanna Waste A Moment With You
I Just Wanna Dance The Whole Night Through
Cut Through The City On A Saturday Night
Cause You And Me, We're On The Edge Of A Knife