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