Fat guy jets by, bony in a ZodiacnPicking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attacknAll-night boys in the Piccadilly ArcadenBoozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough tradennSat'day nightnSat'day nightnSat'day night in the City of the DeadnCan you feel the time bomb ticking in your head?nToo many memories are waiting in your bednSat'day night in the City of the DeadnnStands in the dole queue, face like a statuenLaugh like a maniac, walk like a king toonSpiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlawnRap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsawnn[Chorus]nnHigh-rise reptile sucking on a cigarettenRipped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insectnTottenham Court Road litter skitters in the windnThe city's pretty dead but the nights are still alivenn[Chorus]nnSat'day nightnSat'day nightnSat'day nightnSat'day night in the city of the deadnnSat'day nightnSat'day nightnSat'day nightnSat'day night