Saturday night

On Saturday night the beer is good On Saturday night the beer is good Down the lokal pub the lads are all together and Sheelagh the barmaid is cracking another joke in the corner Paul singing a lovesong and on guitar is strumming a drunken bloke. The darts whizz past the full flushed faces Micky smiles he just hit the eye of bull Zach is as usual moaning at the table he just lost another shoot of pool. But on Saturday night the beer is good on Saturday night the beer is good. Curly Lars who lives just 'round the corner tumbles in he's been my lifelong friend he says "My girlfriend is wild she just lost all her senses Sheelagh a Southern Comfort please and a pint'. Because on Saturday night the beer is good on Saturday night the beer is good. At the bar my brother-in-law starts to zigzag zigzag is he drunk again or just dancing on his own? Finally Sheelagh shouts: "Tomorrow you must all remember to go down to your lokal church so it's time for you lot to fuck of home". But on Saturday night the beer is good On Saturday night the beer is good. Music and lyrics: Robert Christensen