Stephen & the Strangers - Weekend Fixtures lyrics

[Verse 1] Tudor women always bring me down What a waste of hygiene Save me from the memories of my weakened ego Those Tudor women will eat me alive My helpless feet always drag me to town One little taste of the high life Save me from the memories of that endless summer [Chorus] Travelling on And pa**ing by Oh, what was it With weekend fixtures? [Verse 2] Old woman, what do you want from me One more chance at the good life? I'll save you from the memories of your weakened mind Those Tudor women will eat you alive Life has been one big Strauss waltz But what comes next when that dance is done? Save me from the memories of that endless summer [Chorus] Travelling on And pa**ing by Oh, what was it With weekend fixtures? [Outro] What could it be And where did she go? Oh, what was it With weekend fixtures?