Saturday Night

S-s-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head

Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set

Ha-ha-ha-happiness is the ball in your hand

You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can

C-c-c-creosote is pouring out of my brain

I swear I heard the floorboards, they were creakin' your name

G-g-g-get a room, get ahead, get a hat

We're going to hell anyway, let's 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-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

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Over your heads like a satellite

I wanna see what they see

I wanna love you like crazy

'Cause cameras are pointed right at your face

Can see into your room from outer space

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 you 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, 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 all right

We're gettin' married when we're thirty

I wanna do it on your birthday

'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you

Oh, 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 the knife