Saving It All For A Saturday by The Dowling Poole Lyrics
First one up the brickworks will be captain for the afternoon
The carpark's been abandoned now, the works have been shut down
A taste in moderation, sister slips into a coma
And she wakes with muddy fingermarks beneath her new white blouse
And no wonder all the shops are hiring thugs to guard the doors
It’s not what the came to the country for
They were hoping for a little bit more than this
Underneath the TV set a stain upon the carpet
Barely covered by the VHS that nobody can work
Empty cans of kestrel by the cigarette burned sofa
Now there’s extra medication every evening in the pub
Oh Lord, another mouth to feed that no one can afford
One more to fill the lines and numbers (lines and numbers)
(Lines and numbers)
Oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Almost 50cc-es of unbridled teen rebellion
When the boys all ride together to the sound of angry bees
Postman flips a finger to the girl upon the corner
Who’s been hanging out her nighty with her fanny in the breeze
On board the number thirty to the other side of town
You’re one more among the endless faces
Oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Clones by starlight
They’ll be home by sunrise
Clones by starlight
They’ll be home by sunrise
(You fucker!)
Oh - I'm saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Yeah, oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Y'know, the weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All
By
My-
-self
The carpark's been abandoned now, the works have been shut down
A taste in moderation, sister slips into a coma
And she wakes with muddy fingermarks beneath her new white blouse
And no wonder all the shops are hiring thugs to guard the doors
It’s not what the came to the country for
They were hoping for a little bit more than this
Underneath the TV set a stain upon the carpet
Barely covered by the VHS that nobody can work
Empty cans of kestrel by the cigarette burned sofa
Now there’s extra medication every evening in the pub
Oh Lord, another mouth to feed that no one can afford
One more to fill the lines and numbers (lines and numbers)
(Lines and numbers)
Oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Almost 50cc-es of unbridled teen rebellion
When the boys all ride together to the sound of angry bees
Postman flips a finger to the girl upon the corner
Who’s been hanging out her nighty with her fanny in the breeze
On board the number thirty to the other side of town
You’re one more among the endless faces
Oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Clones by starlight
They’ll be home by sunrise
Clones by starlight
They’ll be home by sunrise
(You fucker!)
Oh - I'm saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Yeah, oh we’re saving it all for a Saturday
All of the family and everybody else
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
Y'know, the weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All by myself
The weekend's coming and I won’t be stopping in
All
By
My-
-self