Saturday Morning Breakfast Show

Unfortunate positions That I have held They pale in to insignificance Now that I have experiences A Saturday that's cold and black Is not the same And sulphur black rings around the eyes (ice?) All leave black rings around the eyes Oh and how I long to be elsewhere And start again I leave behind all I despise All the way On Saturday You think you cut me down to size Who the f**k are you to criticise? And I'll set a day to get away And start again But I, I'm not one for long goodbyes All the way On Saturday