Saturday Gigs - Mott The Hoople

Lyrics by：I. Hunter

Composed by：I. Hunter

'69 was cheap-o wine

Have a good time what's your sign

Float up to the Roundhouse

On a Sunday afternoon

In '70 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 '71 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

Yeah yeah yeah

In '72 was born to lose

We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news

I was ready to quit

But then we went to Croydon

Do you remember the Saturday gigs

We do we do

Do you remember the Saturday gigs

We do we do

The tickets for the fantasy

Were twelve and six a time

A fairy tale

On sale

Oh '73 was a jamboree

We were the dudes and the dudes were we

Oh oh oh oh oh

Did you see the suits and the platform boots

Oh dear oh oh boy oh boyo

In '74 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 game

But 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 did