100 to 1 (Saturday Night)
Listen and I'll tell you a story
Forgive us if I'm starting to bore ye
But if you'll lend your ear for a minute
I'll tell you about Young Donny Dervitt
Donny boy was offered a square go
Outside of his regular local
And no there's no a chance that he'd pass up
The prospect of a fight and a piss up
The problem was as always he'd forgotten who to fight
And so he went outside for a cigarette but he didn't have a light
And so as to make sure he did not lose face
He threw a deck chair at a police car so they'd give him a chase
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
So Donny's pacing it from the police car
He's legged it by O'Neills and the rock bar
He's tried to cross the road down on Main Street,
And as he does he's knocked right off his feet
A 2008 Megane, driven by a man named Stan
Was going 35 in a 40 zone, as calm as ye can,
When donny emerged and gave Stan no time to break
Before he was draped across the windshield in a tragic mistake
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
Meant to do, meant to do, meant to do, meant to do, meant to do,
Donny Boy, it's brutal, but it's sadly quite true
That this could be the end, the last trip round the bend,
That last text that he sent could be the last text he ever sends
And as he's flying through the air, the neural receivers
In his brain kick in as he swells to a fever.
He recounts all the nights of petty violence and Stella
And wonders if he could have been a different sort of fella
And he wasn't the worst
And he wasn't the best
And he was a product of a time where we still test
The measure of a man by the force of his hand
And not the tenderness of his touch
Woke up just a couple days later
They'd had to use the defibrillator
He was touch and go for a bit there
They said they he was lucky to be here
And as he contemplated the lesson
Would donny boy become a new person?
You know I've often wondered in passing
But he's in the pub tonight, you should ask him
Tonight
Tomorrow
And every night this week
Catch him quick
Before he's sick
Before he cannot speak
Bottles
Like scratch cards
Offer up the odd result
But if we're counting son,
It's 100 to 1
Empties
And scratchies
And doubts of several kinds
Try and get a bit
Off anything you can find
The truth is that the answers,
Wherever they may lie
I really don't think
They're in the next drink
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
Oh I don't know what this is doing to me
Oh I don't know what this is doing to me
Forgive us if I'm starting to bore ye
But if you'll lend your ear for a minute
I'll tell you about Young Donny Dervitt
Donny boy was offered a square go
Outside of his regular local
And no there's no a chance that he'd pass up
The prospect of a fight and a piss up
The problem was as always he'd forgotten who to fight
And so he went outside for a cigarette but he didn't have a light
And so as to make sure he did not lose face
He threw a deck chair at a police car so they'd give him a chase
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
So Donny's pacing it from the police car
He's legged it by O'Neills and the rock bar
He's tried to cross the road down on Main Street,
And as he does he's knocked right off his feet
A 2008 Megane, driven by a man named Stan
Was going 35 in a 40 zone, as calm as ye can,
When donny emerged and gave Stan no time to break
Before he was draped across the windshield in a tragic mistake
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
Meant to do, meant to do, meant to do, meant to do, meant to do,
Donny Boy, it's brutal, but it's sadly quite true
That this could be the end, the last trip round the bend,
That last text that he sent could be the last text he ever sends
And as he's flying through the air, the neural receivers
In his brain kick in as he swells to a fever.
He recounts all the nights of petty violence and Stella
And wonders if he could have been a different sort of fella
And he wasn't the worst
And he wasn't the best
And he was a product of a time where we still test
The measure of a man by the force of his hand
And not the tenderness of his touch
Woke up just a couple days later
They'd had to use the defibrillator
He was touch and go for a bit there
They said they he was lucky to be here
And as he contemplated the lesson
Would donny boy become a new person?
You know I've often wondered in passing
But he's in the pub tonight, you should ask him
Tonight
Tomorrow
And every night this week
Catch him quick
Before he's sick
Before he cannot speak
Bottles
Like scratch cards
Offer up the odd result
But if we're counting son,
It's 100 to 1
Empties
And scratchies
And doubts of several kinds
Try and get a bit
Off anything you can find
The truth is that the answers,
Wherever they may lie
I really don't think
They're in the next drink
Hey!
Alright!
Its time!
Saturday night!
Okay!
Alright!
To do
The things you like!
I said hey!
Alright!
It's time!
Saturday night!
To drink and dance
And do all those other things that you're meant to do
Oh I don't know what this is doing to me
Oh I don't know what this is doing to me
Credits
Writer(s): Declan Peter James Welsh, Duncan Mcbride, Ben Corlett, Murray Noble
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