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Norbert - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums
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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. 
Oh how the Rock N Roll lifestyle can age you. Norbert aged 32.
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Satdi’s gone by and we’d have a laugh
Round the town then to a club Round the Salty, round the County We just didn’t care we loved any old pub Life was so much simpler then Meet the lads then sup some beer Down to Gardeners, down to Fleece One thing on our minds and that was clear Blivett, fanny, crack and mares Totty, talent, hair pie and minge Down at Panther, down at Spires Blonde, brunettes and even ginge Stagger our at closing time Grab a burger, scoff some chips Down to Moulin, down to Ackerman See a fit bird shout show us your tits Oh what a time we had Always good and never bad We were young and in our prime We knew how to have a good time But time passes quickly and before you know Walking up that aisle you’ll go Prepare yourself for all the strife You took the plunge and you got a wife Satdi’s now are not the same Round the town on a shopping trip Down to Tesco, down to Netto I’ve got an ache in me arthritic hip DIY stores all look the same When you’ve been to two or three Down to Homebase, down to B&Q Me bladders playing up and I need a wee The wife says that she needs new shoes And she says she needs new clothes Down to Dolcis, down to Top Shop I’ve got hairs sprouting from my ears and nose I’m falling to bits I really am I no longer feel fit and sporty Down to gym you’re having a laugh I’m all clapped out and I’m just past 40 Oh my god I’m falling apart All I seem to do is belch and fart I get out of breath going up the stairs My head is sprouting lots of grey hairs The bit in the middle is wearing thin And I seem to have grown a second chin I feel like all the other middle aged men Cos I know I’ll never be young again No I’ll never be young again No I’ll never be young again |
