Saturday Night Love

My new and lovely friend, Princess Michael of Kent, has taken up the challenge to write a song about Saturday Night Love. He wrote this and emailed it to me within a couple of hours of me posting my February Phrase of the Month blog. How ace is Princess? Fucking ace I say.

So here's his song. Full rights and copyright to Michael, and nobody else, so don't go nicking his song or I'll do ya (and not in the good way).

Saturday Night Love -MB300106

(slowly and intently)

Bm D G D
12 percent of people are worth knowing
A D G D
And I think I'm being generous at that
Bm D G D
The proportion of arseholes is growing
A D G D
Most are facile and docile and sad

Once in a while someone is different
And it's the good kind of deja vu
You feel like they're a friend you've known forever
You just forgot where you left them for a moment or two

Ch:
Em *(hold 7th) A* D G*
You say it was Saturday Night Love
Em* A* D G*
I say, no smoke without fire
Em *(hold 7th) A* D G*
But you can say it was Saturday Night Love
Em* A* D G*
Cause I like you, so I don't mind
Em* A* D G*
I don't mind ...

And I admit alcohol was involved
I admit drugs might've played their part
But you can say what you mean when you write, love
Instead of putting up a front at the start
So what happens if it's Saturday Night Love?
Everybody's always trying to find love
And the blind are still leading the blind ...
When it comes to love ...

Rpt Chorus

Em* A* D G*
I like the Saturday Night Love
And I like you so I don't mind
I like the Saturday Night Love
And I like you so I don't mind