Saturday evening  Saturday evening  A quarter to five  Oh we see him arrive at the door  Pushed you aside as he staggered inside  Spitting alcohol over the floor  A storm is abrew  And it's sure to fall soon  As I look at you from the shore   Found on:     The Man Who   So you'd better hold on  Cos it's Saturday night  And your friends are all out  And you feel like shit  Cos they never call you  No they never call you  No they never call, never call, never bloody ever ...     Call me a name and I'll hit you again  You're a slut, you're a bitch, you're a whore  Talk to your daddy in that tone of voice  There's a belt hanging over the door  So you run to your room and you hide in your room  Thinking how you can settle the score     But it's Saturday night and a quarter to six  And your friends are all out  But you live in the sticks  Still they never call you  No they never call you  No they never call, never call, never bloody ever call     Blue flashing light last Saturday night  Brought the neighbours all out on the street  Watched as the firemen carried you out  Then we stared at each other's feet  Now everyone sees and yet nobody says  Are we all just afraid of the heat?     But it's Saturday night and I'm lying alone  In the bed that I made, disconnected the phone  Still they never called you  No they never call you  No they never call, never call, never bloody ever call