He's got money in the bank, two cars on the drive Three smashing kids and a beautiful wife He's got an en suite and a flash TV A fully fitted kitchen and a DVD He takes a lot of money but he always makes a loss He knows the tax man's watching but he doesn't give a toss He's got his own firm in more ways than one But he's a different geezer when Saturday comes I just can't help it, all I wanna do is fight And Saturday afternoon's gonna be alright His wife makes his dinner, Armani makes his jeans But Italian names can't hide the fact that he ain't what he seems He's a bit lively when he wants to be But he'll still give up his seat for an OAP He likes a bit of toot to compliment his beer He's always got an audience to ask about his gear His home's a million miles away now he's with his crew Fired up, ready to ruck he knows just what to do He's got an email address and his own website It's the only way to organise a modern street fight The police have got a picture he don't want his mum to see But she'll see it tonight on the BBC It went off in the boozer, it went off in the street It went off in the car park and it went off in the seats His jacket's all ripped but he couldn't give a fuck It's Saturdays Glory and he loves a ruck