| It’s Saturday night, we’re top of the bill, |
| It’s only the pub down the road, but we’re still dressed to kill — and we will, |
| It’s thirty five quid, let’s put on a big show, |
| There’s some record guys to see us, but I bet they don’t show, |
| Come in take a seat boys, while we take control of you |
| We’re goin' to have lots of fun you know, and plenty of women too, |
| You’ll all be millionaires next week, everything’s for real, |
| It’s the chance of a lifetime — big deal — it’s your big deal, |
| We packed up our jobs, overnight we were pro, |
| Straight on support tour, after a phone call from Joe, |
| The roadcrew went first, to give them plenty of time, |
| The PA was already set up, but where’s our bloody backline, |
| All in it together, we’re all one big show, |
| But when the soundman wants another fiver, he’s just gotta go, |
| We’re at the Marquee, our legs turn to jelly, |
| Oh Christ! Where’s our bass player? At home watching telly, |
| What big deal |