Whatever Happened to Saturday at Three?
¶ 1
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We always kept it free,
no-one died in my family,
waters breaking had to wait
and weddings took second place
to Saturday at three.
¶ 2
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Not for me: ‘Gone fishin’’,
gone shopping, gone away
for a long weekend,
it’s Saturday at three:
weaving through the crowd,
queuing for the turnstiles,
going for a pee,
listening for the fanfare
it’s Saturday at three.
¶ 3
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New girlfriend, old flame?
Don’t be daft
there’s a game.
Down the pub beer’s free,
not a chance
on Saturday at three.
¶ 4
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Whatever happened to Saturday at three?
Now it’s Sunday at four,
Monday at eight,
Saturday early, Saturday late.
¶ 5
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Whatever happened to Saturday at three?
Results at five
Green-un at six,
is nothing sacred
but football on TV?
Whatever happened to Saturday at three?
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Whatever happened to Saturday at three?
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