The times they are changing; f*ck it, let’s all go raving.
Valley commandoes, townies, roiders too.
Stereotypes shelved; man, you’re me and I’m you.
From Swansea, Caerphilly and all around,
People saving all week for a night on the town.
Few cheeky vimtoes and favours necked down,
All smiles and hugs, not one single frown.
Come on Cardiff, I’m giving it large!
It’s six deep at the bar, but I’m ready to barge,
Right to the front for my bottle of water.
See that guy in the leather? He’s my main sorter.
It’s all good fun, no animals harmed.
No fights, no rows, nobody armed.
Twenty quid on the door, but hear that crowd roar!
Find the belonging you seek for at least one more week.
Equals all on the floor, liberated and more.
Back to grey life again, the computer, the pen,
But when Saturday comes,
That feeling I’ll numb.
A slave no more,
Not on that dance floor.
I’ll be off down the Diff
With all the other stiffs.