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A Saturday would arrive and all the firms would meet,
down in the bar or the corner of the street,
ready to wage war on a Saturday afternoon,
a riot on the terraces was all part of the norm.

We’d be all tooled up, and ready to start fighting,
alongside ya mates was a good old feeling,
waiting all week for a Saturday,
waiting for the moment when someone would say.

Oi! Oi! lads Saturday’s here, let’s go and fight for our colours,
Oi! Oi! lads Saturday’s here, steam into them and take no prisoners,
Oi! Oi! lads Saturday’s here, we’ll never be beaten cos we’re the business,
Oi! Oi! lads Saturday’s here, it’s gonna end up with a war on the terraces.

Blood would flow,and a few skulls would be cracked,
the unfortunate victim would face a savage attack,
the only thing to save him would be a charge from the his firm,
or the sound of police sirens racing to the ground.

We’d be all tooled up, and ready to start fighting,
alongside ya mates was a good old feeling,
waiting all week for a Saturday,
waiting for the moment when someone would say.

The headlines in the papers next day would say the same old story,
the national games been brought to shame by this violent orgy,
carnt they realise we have to let off steam,
with a riot on the terraces while supporting your local team.

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