FIGS - Sat Night Sal Lyrics

If you go out you'll see him
In the southeast London streets
With black boots, tats and a Denim
That's a style that you can't beat
You better go out in the morning
'Cause he's always out during the night
He carries a knife in his pocket
That's how he never loses a fight
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
He walks away at a fast pace
Just in case he's ready to run
He doesn't see life as a race
But a place where he can have some fun
You'll see him on a night out
Is there a baggie to sniff?
Only a fiver inside my jacket
I guess I'll go for a spliff
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
He sleeps on the south of the river streets
And he always wakes up at dusk
On a broken mattress with no sheets
Oh he is a bit of a lusk
You don't want him around
He will end up stealing your girl
But you cannot blame it all on him
Because he's just Saturday Sal
He's always hungry but never eats
He's always sick but never rests
He is never gonna be your friend
Cause he thinks that he is the best
He has a plan he wants to win
Even if he has to cheat
Saturday Night you'll see him
In the southeast London streets
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal
Sal, Saturday Night Sal