Saturday

Yeah, heh, uh, heh, uh, uh

Heh, uh, heh, uh, uh (whats the time? oh shh...)

Yeah

I woke up feelin' like I broke both legs

Head still stingin' from the Pepe Lopez

I ring my mate Gibby like "Hey bro, sesh?"

My missus like "Why are all your mates dope heads?"

I cook her up a feed like "Babe, don't stress"

And she's still pissed off like "This ain't poached eggs"

Hey, sorry baby, but I ain't no chef

And by the way, your stir fry's ain't so spesh

Then I gapped up the road sweet as, playin' happy

Walked up to Gibbs place they were playin' Hacky

Jumped in the circle, kneed it, kicked it

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aw, missed it

Then we took a quick trip to Kingsland for liquid

And sat and talked shit with the boys I was kids with

Jono starts talkin' drain, layin' bullshit quick

Ever rode a bobcat? Bro, that's sick shit

Everybody trying to sneak away from him on tippy toes

'Cuz no one understands what he's on about like gizzy, bro

"Where you goin' Gib? I'm about to tell you 'bout the digger, bro"

"Sounds mean, Jono, just send me the video"

"Hey, where did Gibby go? "Ah, I think he walked away"

Anyway. I love the cunt. but shit. he can talk all day

And his Mum's sort of strange, but I love him all the same

Plus his Dad shouted us all tickets to the Auckland game

It was close as, no time left (Ohh, don't do that, pass it, don't kick it)

Southland made a comeback like Wyclef

Jono's yellin' all up in my ear like I'm deaf

In front of kids like, Ah fucking offside ref

Anyway I headed home, wrote a rap, took a nap quick

Yawned, made a feed, took a crap, lit the match stick

Backwards to Gibbs in a flash like magic

Sat with the pack, sip max lit, cat nip

Watched the Warriors, Vatuvei got a hat-trick

Shit, a couple months ago he couldn't even catch it

That shit made me think, one day you're Brad Pitt

Next day it's all gone, and you ain't jack shit

The game finished and I sat, had a chat with Gibbs for a minute 'bout life

Full of that shit

Then I grabbed my keys, then I'm off

Hand slap quick

We're like, Sweet bro, tomorrow

Then I gapped it

And ah, really bro that's it

Saturday

And everyday is Saturday, my friend

And everyday is Saturday, my friend

And everyday is Saturday, my friend

And everyday is Saturday, my friend

And Saturday again