Suited and booted for a night out on the town
With a sleeping bag and a couple of cans
It's Saturday
Suited and booted run a flick-comb through my hair
And if you don't speak the word on the street
Na na na nah no-one there...
All dressed up and I'm in my prime
All dressed up and I wear what I like
I'm soon to be seen
'Cos the city is mean
All dressed up and I wear my soul
While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold
I'm back on the scene
I'm fighting keen
Suited and booted, talking in the old cliches
Like the how-d'you-do's and the I-love-yous
It's Saturday
Still cocteau-colours blow to the wind
With a downtown downbeat gaze
Looking for the uptown up temper lads
Na na na na nah flick-knife through
All dressed up and I'm in my prime
All dressed up and I wear what I like
I'm soon to be seen
'Cos the city is mean
All dressed up and I wear my soul
While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold
I'm back on the scene
I'm fighting keen
Ahowww!
All dressed up and I'm in my prime
All dressed up, wear what I like
I'm soon to be seen
'Cos the city is mean
All dressed up with a mean tattoo
If you dont look round I'll make sure that you do
I'll kill to be seen
An identity.