Party people, it's Saturday night. The Solid disco pick for the evening is topical but has somewhat melted into the half-forgotten soup of memory. I am of course talking about one of the finest footy records ever written. So crank it up and let your street/block/country estate know who you're singing for.
Saturday, 14 June 2014
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