Saturday Night

I’m with my girl on Saturday night

We drink too much and start to fight

She grabs her bag and leaves me there

I’m too drunk to think but I don’t care.

In the queue at the take-away

I close my eyes and begin to pray

Room spins round and I start to sway

The guy frowns and so I say:

I think I’ll have a beef Szechuan

I know I really should have a plan

But 48 with egg fried rice

And a glass o’ red sounds just nice

Walking home with the carry out

I see some yobs and they start to shout

I wonder how they all cope with life

When to me it’s just so much strife.

I’m gonna have my beef Szechuan

I know I really should have a plan

But 48 with egg fried rice

And a glass o’ red sounds just nice

Wandering home through littered streets

It’s not as though I’d ever meet

Another woman as good as you

But if I did what would I do?

We could always have a beef Szechuan

Maybe then I’d have a better plan

But 48 with egg fried rice

And a glass o’ red sounds just nice

I try calling you on the telephone

It rings for ever but I know you’re home

I go to bed and put out the light

It’s been a truly miserable night

I speak to God and apologise

I know he hates it when I tell those lies

I promise to be better if I can

And now I’m gonna lose my beef Szechuan.

I think I’ll have a beef Szechuan

I know I really should have a plan

But 48 with egg fried rice

And a glass o’ red sounds just nice.