At first glance this seems like yet another lads about town boozing and pulling song. But scratch deeper and it's much more than that. It's a song about growing up, about how the fun and games of youth can quickly, before you know it, turn into the drudgery of middle age.
It's quite a sad song in a way but with an upbeat heavy metal riff it rocks along at a fair old pace.
Of course it wouldn't be a Fingolstones song without the unique vocals of Norbert and on "Saturday" Norbert attempts an angry gnarly growl but ends up with the sound of a hen pecked accountant having his testicles slowly squeezed in a vice. Norbert actually damaged his voice during the recording of this song. Not a bad thing according to many a music critic but unfortunately for them he did recover.