Nothing to do on Saturday nights
I sit alone with a film and my lonely wife
Slowly we are dying to have some fun
I’ve tried all I can think of but I can’t make her cum
The nightclubs are full of sad lonely clubbers
Poisoning themselves with whisky rubbers
Slowly, they are learning to drop the gun
To have love on the inside they have to be as one
Maybe, one day we could all get together
The singles and the couples come whatever
Society is changing into something grander
Are you still believing you could be a member?
Teenagers talk on expensive black boxes
Writing their responses on government hoaxes
Slowly, they are yearning to see the sun
Staying young forever is a once in a lifetime run
Children form opinions on examples they see
They are watching you when you’re glued to the T.V
Slowly, they are beginning to control their bum
I live for the day when they stop being numb
Maybe, one day we could all get together
The singles and the couples come whatever
Society is changing into something grander
Are you still believing you could be a member?
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