What a Miserable Saturday Night

Me mates have gone and left me, gone off to a gig

I'm down on me luck, but they don't give a fig

I'm stuck at home here, sick as a pig

What a miserable Saturday night!

There's nothing to do, nothing on the telly

Nothing in me pocket, I got nothing to say

Plenty of nothing ain't plenty for me

What a miserable Saturday night!

I bet they're down the booze and knocking it back

They're blagging the birds, the dirty rats

They're giving them this and giving them that

And I'm stuck at home

They're smoking, joking, mucking about

They're laughing loud and shouting out

But I got nothing to laugh about

'Cause I'm stuck at home

What a miserable Saturday night!

I wish that I'd have gone round to see me old dad

He don't say a lot, but he ain't so bad

To think I'm still sitting here is making me mad

What a miserable Saturday night!

Nothing to eat 'cause we've run out of bread

The fire's gone out and the telly's gone dead

I make a cup of cocoa and shoot off to bed

What a miserable Saturday night!

I bet they've probably pulled some bits to stay

And took 'em round to a fish takeaway

Then off they go for a ride, I say

And I'm stuck at home

They're having a whale of a time, the dirty rats

Bet they're up to all kinds of stunts

They're putting their hands around their ear

And I'm stuck at home

What a miserable Saturday night!