Saturday night

We drivin' town, we're lookin' for a club Turn on the radio for the AC/DC sound A bottle of Jack on my Mustang back seat It's gonna be a long, long night of sin Some people said, we came from the Blues Some people said, we came from Hollywood We might be under your bed, ready to bite So, be careful babe, the band is back in town We started rollin' like a hurricane Like a twister tearin' through the town We're like bad defender smokin' holy Joe Sweet brown sugar on me Haaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaa Wake up, for a brand new ride Stand up, for a saturday night Wake up, stand up We've got to back were we started Wake up, for a brand new ride Stand up, for a saturday night Wake up, stand up I don't care too much