Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine   Have a good time, what's your sign   Float up to the roundhouse   On a Sunday afternoon      In seventy we all agreed   A king's road flat was the place to be   'Cause Chelsea girls are the best   In the world for company      In seventy-one all the people come   Bust a few seats but it's just in fun   Take the Mick out of top of the pops   We play better than they do      In seventy-two was born to lose   We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news   I was ready to quit   But then we went to Croydon      Do you remember the Saturday gigs?   We do, we do   Do you remember the Saturday gigs?   We do, we do      The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time   A fairy tale on sale      Oh, seventy-three was a jamboree   We were the dudes and the dudes were we   Did you see the suits and the platform boots?   (Oh dear, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy)      In seventy-four on the Broadway tour   We didn't much like dressing up no more   Don't wanna be hip but thanks for a great trip      Do you remember the Saturday gigs?   We do, we do   Do you remember the Saturday gigs?   We do, we do      But now the kids pay a couple of quid   'Cause they need it just the same   It's all a game, a grown-up game      But you got off on those Saturday gigs   And we did, we did   'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs   And we did, we did      And we got off on those Saturday gigs   And you did, you did   And we got off on those Saturday gigs   'Cause you did, you did      Goodbye, goodbye   Goodbye, goodbye   Goodbye, goodbye   ...