Terry Barham - Sat'day Night in the City of the Dead lyrics

Right! Fat guy jets by, bony in a zodiac Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade Boozy losers cruising, maybe trawling for some rough trade Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead (Hey!) Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? (Hey!) Too many memories are burning in your bed (Hey!) Sat'day night in the city of the dead Stands in the dole queue, face like a statue Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead (Hey!) Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? (Hey!) Too many memories are waiting in your bed (Hey!) Sat'day night in the city of the dead High-rise reptile s**ing on a cigarette Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect Tottenham court road, litter skitters in the wind My, the city's pretty dead but the nights are still alive Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead (Hey!) Can you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? (Hey!) Too many memories are waiting in your bed (Hey!) Sat'day night in the city of the dead Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night in the city of the dead Sat'day night Sat'day night Sat'day night (Repeat and fade)