(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E. Nevin)
The last of England's spoiled brats
Grand order of the gutter rats
A big fish in a public house
You're never going to learn to shut your mouth
A silly pseudo lager lout
With nothing much to shout about
Spent hours looking in the mirror
Trying to perfect the perfect pout
Now take the spotlight
And pause for your applause
Well my oh my you're such a big boy
On a Saturday night
You try but there is always something
Something not right inside
There's always someone
Somebody else to take
The power and the glory
All for themselves
With you I suffered heaven knows
Although we never came to blows
It's just as well 'cos I can tell
I would have wiped the floor with you
You don't like 'them' you don't like 'us'
You make me laugh but seriously
I look at you what do I see?
A clapped out Nazi with a blunderbuss
So take the spotlight
And pause for your applause
Well my oh my you're such a big boy
On a Saturday night
You try but there is always something
Something not right inside
There's always someone
Somebody else to take
The power and the glory
All for themselves
So take the stage and
Let's have a great big hand now
My oh my you're such a big boy
On a Saturday night
That's when you really know they love you
When somebody else will feed your face
And kiss your arse
And wonder where the time flew past
Oh yes my darling's such a
Big boy on a Saturday nightJustice, people say, justice
justice, brother say, justice
Judge me if I am weak
judge me if I am strong
judge my days and all life long
they let the baby cry, let the mama cry
and youths like I and I have to cry
For justice, one, one, one word prayer
justice, who yea, justice, justice
Is like a good friend
who long time we don't see
why they taking liberty
who, is like a good friend
who long time we don't see
why they taking liberty, with I and I and I
Justice, yea yea yea
justice, now not later, justice
justice, people say
(solo)
For I and I, justice, justice
justice, where are you
justice, look what they do
They make the innocent cry
the innocent cry
look what they do to Garvey
they make the innocent die
they make the innocent die
how dem lie on Steve Biko
Justice, justice, the one word prayer
justice, who yea, justice
the poor man cry, why do they do the wrong
justice, they make me sing this song
Justice, who yea woa, mmmh, yea, yea
justice, justice, desert me not
justice, they are on my back
justice, the more the tears
the more, the more we want, justice, justice