Saturday

Overtired, overworked, underpaid, under pressure

Always tying up loose ends

The unchained melody out-of-tune remedy for the weekend

To cure the weekday blues

Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils, give me something

Just to smoothen off the edge

Call me dumb, call me scum, call me plain and simple

As I'm holding on for this

And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

Inhabitable hole, skint, living like an animal

How they try to take my dole

Black mould on the walls

Must've made a thousand calls to get it sorted

But my landlord hates my soul

No power, working zero hour, making some cunt rich

Who will never understand what it's like down here

I raise my beer

If Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind

And if Saturday don't come soon

Oh, oh, Saturday, yeah

And if Saturday don't come soon

No, no, oh yeah