Lyrics Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock

Saturday Groovers

Pa, pa, para, pa, pa, para, pa

One, two, a one, two, three, four

I can smell the smoke from the lungs of the Saturday groovers

Busy doing nothing when you're young Saturday groovers

Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers

Pa, pa, para, pa, pa, para, pa

Para, ra, rapa, para, ra, rapa

All the mad old girls, mad old boys

Did we ever get it together?

Emphysema, heart disease and gout

Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers

I heard you cleaned your act up you old trout, Saturday groovers

Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers

Come on down the battered cross

Eno's got some mental floss 'cause every Saturday's a groove

Every Saturday's a groove, every Saturday's a groove

Did we ever get it together?

Did we ever get it together?

Did we ever?