From Saturday early to Saturday late
Blokes on pull looking for new mate
Dear god, was I this painful?
Unconfident, desperate and truly shameful
Blokes hunt in packs, urban commando
Studying breasts and language innuendo
The mixing of drinks during drinking games
Makes all the men look the same
Women aren't faultless in this quest
They wear higher heels to appeal to the best
In the ancient courtship as old as Dickens
The later you pull the slimmer the pickings
As the night lingers and emotions rise
Booze bubbles up behind red eyes
It’s now that mistakes begin to happen
Randoms follow a familiar pattern
Those that aren’t lovers are fighters now
And the police try to subdue some how
The ladies are scrapping over this and that
Pulling of hair, clawing like cats
All this anger over a ne’er do well
Is it really worth a night in a cell?
Police, punch ups a frolic and a fight
I should’ve stayed at home on Saturday night
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