Saturday

You are a car

You are a hospital

I'd walk to hell and back

To see you smile on Saturday

You are a star, you are a sea of air

I play great keyboards

Of horses' teeth

On Saturday, on Saturday

I'd like to tell you

How I feel

I'll probably keep it

'Til Saturday

Oh, Saturday, Saturday

Oh, Saturday, Saturday

Oh, Saturday, Saturday

Oh, Saturday, Saturday

Oh, Saturday, Saturday