Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 - Saturday Groovers lyrics

Pa pa para papa para paaa One, two, a-one, two, three, four I can smell the smoke from the lungs of the Saturday groovers Busy doing nothing when you're young Saturday groovers Nothing will move us Saturday groovers (Saturday groovers) Pa pa para papa para paaa Para ra rapaaa (Para ra rapaaa paaa) Para ra rapaaa All the mad old girls Mad old boys Did we ever get it together Emphysema, heart disease and gout Nothing will move us (Saturday groovers) Saturday groovers I heard you cleaned your act up You old trout Saturday groovers (Saturday groovers) Nothing will move us Saturday groovers Come on down the battered cross Eno's got some "Mental floss" 'cause Every saturday's a groove Every saturday's a groove Every saturday's a groove Did we ever get it together Did we ever get it together Did we ever