Saturday Gigs (alternate Version) Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine 

Have a good time, what's your sign 

Float up to the roundhouse 

On a Sunday afternoon 

In seventy we all agreed 

A king's road flat was the place to be 

'Cause Chelsea girls are the best 

In the world for company 

In seventy-one all the people come 

Bust a few seats but it's just in fun 

Take the Mick out of top of the pops 

We play better than they do 

In seventy-two was born to lose 

We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news 

I was ready to quit 

But then we went to Croydon 

Do you remember the Saturday gigs? 

We do, we do 

Do you remember the Saturday gigs? 

We do, we do 

The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time 

A fairy tale on sale 

Oh, seventy-three was a jamboree 

We were the dudes and the dudes were we 

Did you see the suits and the platform boots? 

(Oh dear, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy) 

In seventy-four on the Broadway tour 

We didn't much like dressing up no more 

Don't wanna be hip but thanks for a great trip 

Do you remember the Saturday gigs? 

We do, we do 

Do you remember the Saturday gigs? 

We do, we do 

But now the kids pay a couple of quid 

'Cause they need it just the same 

It's all a game, a grown-up game 

But you got off on those Saturday gigs 

And we did, we did 

'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs 

And we did, we did 

And we got off on those Saturday gigs 

And you did, you did 

And we got off on those Saturday gigs 

'Cause you did, you did 

Goodbye, goodbye 

Goodbye, goodbye 

Goodbye, goodbye 

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