While a fat guy zips by, bony in a Zodiac Picking out trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly arcade (???) trawling for some rough trade Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night in the city of the dead Can't you feel the time bomb ticking in your head? Too many memories are burning in your bed Saturday night in the city of the dead Dead in the dole queue, face like a statue Laugh like a maniac, walk like a king too Spiked hair, don't care, hot spam outlaw Rad man (?) rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw (Chorus) High-rise reptile sucking on a cigarette Ripped suit, zip boots, dancing like an insect Tottenham Court Rolexes the excuses (?) in the wind hide The city's pretty dead but I'm still alive (Chorus) Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night in the city of the dead Saturday night (Repeat and fade)