Saturday nights were special,
Back in those far off days.
Those days of beer and darts,
And days of carefree ways.
Saturday nights were special,
Us three in suit and ties.
Drinking pints of Courage ale,
Three happy selfless guys.
Saturday nights were special,
For Joe and Jack and me.
Always found together,
Single and fancy free.
Saturday nights were special,
When we went to the club,
As a change from the norm,
Of drinking in the pub.
The club was for working men,
And Saturdays they held a dance,
As we walked in the bar,
We gave the room a glance.
The parents would grab their daughters,
As we looked round the room,
But we went in the men only bar,
And to the snooker room.
As we walked our slow way home,
Full of beer and song,
We would sing those songs of rugby,
With words both right and wrong.
We never caused any trouble,
During those endearing years,
Looking back to then from now,
To my eyes brings many tears.
Jack’s gone to the pub in heaven,
And Joe went his own ways.
But Saturday nights were special,
Back in those far off days.