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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
De La Soul
De La Soul
Chant
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Chant
Vinia Mojica
Vinia Mojica
Chant
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown
Chant
Posdnuos
Posdnuos
Chant
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Chant
Trugoy the Dove
Trugoy the Dove
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Paroles/Composition
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Paroles/Composition
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Paroles/Composition
Paul Huston
Paul Huston
Paroles/Composition
Barry Alan Gibb
Barry Alan Gibb
Paroles/Composition
Raymond Earl
Raymond Earl
Paroles/Composition
Scott Miller
Scott Miller
Paroles/Composition
Kim Miller
Kim Miller
Paroles/Composition
Bernard Edwards
Bernard Edwards
Paroles/Composition
Nile Rodgers
Nile Rodgers
Paroles/Composition
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
De La Soul
De La Soul
Production
Prince Paul
Prince Paul
Production
Al Watts
Al Watts
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Irwin
Chris Irwin
Ingénierie de mixage
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy, then let’s go hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Sponsored by the riff, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of the roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose
'Cause you've worked like heck to get the weekend check
So unfasten that slip around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody, dig the funky output
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your roller-skates today
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay
Is the word, is the word, is the word, is the word
Now, as you pump your fist, I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll fest to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed?
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
'Cause all we need is feet
And roller-skates
But promote the hustle 'cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
Is there a Dred on skates?
Yes, man
So kick the wham on this jam
Oh, Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin', high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn, I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates, y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feelin' high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick
Come on, there's no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackensack, let-let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday
Now, let's all get baked like Anita
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter
Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the
Hey, watch that
It's a Saturday
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Written by: Barry Alan Gibb, Bernard Edwards, David Jude Jolicoeur, Kamaal Ibn Fareed, Kelvin Mercer, Kim Miller, Nile Rodgers, Paul Huston, Raymond Earl, Rod Mathews, Scott Miller, Vincent Mason
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