The Twits Give Me the Shits
 

Another Shit Saturday Night

From a CD by the Twits called Albert Road, also appears on Play Music
(Lush Aston)

Was at the disco-tech where you first caught my eye...
You came towards me, and I just stood there starin at your thighs...
You asked me what my name was, I told you 10.44... (About quarter to 11 I'm not sure.)
I asked you if you'd like to dance with me...
You said yes please you'd have a Strawberry Daqurai...
I bought a Scotch for you that cost me 7 dollars...
You drank it. Went to kiss me and you threw up on my collar.
And I'm having another shit Saturday night,
And everyone I look at wants to pick a fight...
And every step I take I seem to stand in someones sick...
I'm drinkin' Crown Lagers 'cos they've run out of VIC...(I'm not enjoying myself once again...)
Your arms around me I guess thats a blessing...
You said your name was Jill, I think I'm only guessing...
Your hairs like Kylie's. I think its really super.
Your makeups smudged and now you look like Alice Cooper.
That mini-skirt your wearin'. It's really somethin', that tiny top you've got gets my blood a pumpin'...
If you come home with me, for pizza we will send, I just got punched in the mouth and he says his your boyfriend...
(And I'm) havin' another shit Saturday night.
I think I've lost my hearing and I think I've lost my sight...
Your boyfriends mates want to stick a bottle in my face...
I can not figure out why I keep coming to this place...
Why am I such a night clubber? Just bought a hot dog and it tastes like fucking rubber...
I'm having another shit Saturday night. I said I'd give it up soon and I think I really might.
My throat is dry and hoarse because you always have to shout...
My rubber is now useless the expiry dates run out...