(Intro - jangly guitars, upbeat) (Verse 1 - confident delivery) Wake up Monday morning with a headache and regret Haven't got a penny but I haven't lost yet Down the local betting shop, putting on a quid Living like a champion, just like my old man did Got a job at Tesco's, stacking up the shelves Dreaming about stadiums and everybody else Singing in the shower like I'm top of the charts Saturday night's coming, that's when the real life starts (Pre-Chorus - building) Don't need your sympathy Don't need your pity, see We're the kings and queens Of the in-between (Chorus - anthemic, singalong) We're the Saturday champions, living for the weekend Five days of nothing just to feel like we're breathing We're the Saturday champions, bottles raised up high Tonight we own the city underneath the English sky (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Saturday champions! (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (Verse 2) Down the pub at seven, everybody's here Telling the same stories over warm flat beer Tommy's got a new job, Sally's got a new bloke We're all just getting by on cigarettes and hope
