Verse 1
Saturday night, at eight o’clock,
I know where I’m gonna be,
In front of my laptop screen,
To see those “angels” gleam,
But when the video call runs,
We’re not so very PG ~
But we all know that it’s banter,
So, we smile and we laugh with glee!
Chorus
Saturday night on the Facebook,
Who cares what games we play,
As long as you don’t talk Covid,
And you smile with us in harmony.
Verse 2
Who’s the card tzar? I will ask,
In cards against humanity,
We make flame like jokes that burn,
But remember it’s just fantasy,
The internet best behave,
As we’ve gotta see this night through ~
Though a good signal we’ve got, so fine,
So, let’s get back to the show.
Verse 3
The drinks are flowing into the night,
A good catch up we all have,
We reminisce with those old photos,
Of the good times, when we were bad,
Though with gritted teeth; we all do this,
For we miss the glory of the pub ~
But until then, this will have to do,
At least it’s something, so don’t be so glum.