Saturdays Glory

He's got money in the bank, two cars on the drive

Three smashing kids and a beautiful wife

He's got an en suite and a flash TV

A fully fitted kitchen and a DVD

He takes a lot of money but he always makes a loss

He knows the tax man's watching but he doesn't give a toss

He's got his own firm in more ways than one

But he's a different geezer when Saturday comes

I just can't help it, all I wanna do is fight

And Saturday afternoon's gonna be alright

His wife makes his dinner, Armani makes his jeans

But Italian names can't hide the fact that he ain't what he seems

He's a bit lively when he wants to be

But he'll still give up his seat for an OAP

He likes a bit of toot to compliment his beer

He's always got an audience to ask about his gear

His home's a million miles away now he's with his crew

Fired up, ready to ruck he knows just what to do

He's got an email address and his own website

It's the only way to organise a modern street fight

The police have got a picture he don't want his mum to see

But she'll see it tonight on the BBC

It went off in the boozer, it went off in the street

It went off in the car park and it went off in the seats

His jacket's all ripped but he couldn't give a fuck

It's Saturdays Glory and he loves a ruck