Song Description

Bill Colgate - vocals/ Cam MacInnes - guitar/ Shiraz Tayyeb - drums/ Rob Clarke - bass/ Denis Keldie - accordion/ Sarah McElchran - trumpets/ George Baumann - congas & percussion/ Vezi - wurlitzer piano.

Lyrics

He said I'm a Virgo she said I'm afraid
I don't hold any truck with your astral charade
But I've got a feeling there is more hear than chance
If you're willing to ask I'd be willing to dance

Then the band played a waltz like they'd never before
And all of the people were crowding the floor
Where they swayed to the left and they swayed to the right
In the grand old tradition of Saturday night

Then came an intruder about 12 o'clock high
With a beer in his hand and a glare in his eye
A tap on the shoulder a shove to the back
Was followed in turn by a frontal attack

Then the band played a waltz but not like before
'Cause all of the players were watching the floor
Where they bobbed to the left and they weaved to the right
In the grand old tradition of Saturday night

'Cause Sunday's for prayin' and Monday's are stormy
Tuesdays are nothin' and Wednesdays they bore me
But Thursday and Friday we be windin' up tight
For the grand old tradition of Saturday night

The Sunday Edition was full of the news
There was heartache and headache there was misery and blues
And a wee little squib on page 100 and...
A promoter went missing after stiffing the band

And the band played a waltz like they'd never before
A tango, a two- step, they crowded the floor
Where they'd allemand left and they'd allemand right
In the grand old tradition of Saturday night

'Cause Sunday's for prayin' and Monday's are stormy (get it?)
Tuesdays are nothin' and Wednesdays they bore me
Come Thursday and Friday we be windin' up tight
For the grand old tradition of Saturday night.