Saturday Night

Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum

S-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set
Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can

Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name
G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat
We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
With matching jackets and a fistful of notes
New sneakers, and a fresh pack of smokes

P-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
They're just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung
P-p-p-panic over, party off, party on
'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one

Come to the city on a Saturday night
Over your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see
I wanna love you like crazy
Those cameras are pointing right in your face
Can see into your room from outer space

Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does
I wanna show what matters
Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
That makes the difference and decides who is champ

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the knife

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she said it's alright
We'll get married when we're thirty
I want to do it on your birthday
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna dance the whole night through

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife