Satuday night, press your best shirt,
Unknown man,
Get yourself down to
The Mint Bar,
Slick back your hair and take your place,
In history,
In the hearts and minds of millions,
In the noise and music of the evening,
Turn your gaze once again
To the pool table and remember,
You never know who may be watching.
Carefully you have lived your days,
Amongst those who you counted on,
To ignore, to overlook you, and allow you,
Your glances, your kindnesses,
Indulge you with a kind of acceptance,
That comes with a shut mouth,
And clandestine eyes.
It took a stranger, a woman no less,
To see what they didn't,
And read in your eyes the whole story,
Come rushing at her,
And six months to sort it out.
So it is Saturday night, Friend,
Stomp your boots full on and
Meet me down there, let me
Raise a glass with you,
Tell me, about the price of hay,
Tell me your aches and pains,
Your ten years older now.
And a celebrity.
If you want to,
I will tell you all about it.
