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Sixty-nine was cheapo wine,Have a good time,What your signFloat up to the RoundhouseOn a Sunday afternoon.In Seventy we all agreedA 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 comeBust a few seats but it's just in funTake the Mick out of Top of the PopsWe play better than they doIn Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's newsI was ready to quitBut then we went to CroydonDo you remember the Saturday gigsWe do, we doDo you remember the Saturday gigsWe do, we doThe tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a timeA fairy tale on saleLetras de cancionesOh, Seventy-three was a jamboureeWe were the dudes and the dudes were we.(oh oh oh oh oh)Did you see the suits and the platform bootsIn Seventy-four on the Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no moreDon't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip.Do you remember the Saturday gigsWe do, we doDo you remember the Saturday gigsWe do, we doBut now the kids pay a couple of quid'Cause they need it just the sameIt's all a gameA grown-up gameBut you got off on those Saturday gigsAnd we did, we did'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigsAnd we did, we didAnd we got off on those Saturday gigsAnd you did, you didAnd we got off on those Saturday gigs'Cause you did, you didDon't you ever forget usWe'll never forget youWe're going to sleep nowYou better be good, right (ha ha ha)See you next timeSo long for now From Letras Mania