written by Fran Healy

Saturday evening
Saturday evening
quarter to five
I would see him arrive at the door
Pushed you aside
As he staggered inside
Spitting alcohol all over the floor

storm is a-brew
And it's sure to fall soon
As I look at you from the shore
So you better hold on
'Cos it's Saturday night
And your friends are all out
And you feel like [bad word] 
'Cos they never called you
No they never called you
No they
Never call
Never call
Never bloody ever

Call me a name and I'll hit you again
You're a [bad word]  you're a [bad word]  you're a [bad word] 
Talk to your Daddy in that tone of voice
There's a belt hanging over the door

So [bad word] to your room
And you hide in your room
Thinking how you could settle the score

But it's saturday night
At a quarter to six
And your friends are all out
'Cos you live in the stix
Still they never called you
No they never called you
No they
Never call
Never call
Never bloody ever
Call

The blue flashing light last Saturday night
Brought the neighbors all out on the street
We watched as the firemen carried you out
Then we stared at each other's feet
Now everyone sees and yet nobody says
Are we all just afraid of the heat?

But it's saturday night
And i'm lying alone
In the bed that I made
Disconnected the phone
Still they never called you
No they never called you
No they
Never call
Never call
Never bloody ever
Call
Never bloody ever
Never do
Never do