Текст Rancid – Spirit Of ’87

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.

Tim
There’s a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one’s gonna stare,
Yeah, chuck T’s and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids all call their home there,
Don’t tell me it ain’t real! Don’t you fucking dare!
Lars
Yeah, punk style in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up the radio, cuz it’s my favorite song,
There’s a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
Skins and punx, and wayward ones,
Matt
Nothing can go wrong!

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Tim
Do you know what, when I show up, there’s gonna be some fucking action,
So many styles, always so wild, that’s the fucking attraction,
She said «What? I’ll fuck ’em up», that’s her satisfaction,
Matt
Bottle of red, straight to the head, detox transaction.
Lars
Hell’s Angel’s ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
I don’t give a fuck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Everybody
Family turns their back on their son,
Now we’re all alone,
Now we ain’t got a home,
Now we’re among our own!

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There’s no way,
I’m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll.
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll.
fade out