積分
演出藝人
Rancid
演出者
Lars Frederiksen
吉他
Tim Armstrong
吉他
Brett Gurewitz
聲樂
Matt Freeman
貝斯
Brett Reed
鼓
Luis Conte
打擊樂
Vic Ruggiero
電子琴
詞曲
Lars Frederiksen
作曲
Tim Armstrong
作曲
Dave Carlock
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Brett Gurewitz
製作人
Nick Raskulinecz
工程師
Doug Boehm
混音師
Rob Schnapf
混音師
Brian Gardner
母帶工程師
Andrew Alekel
工程師
Chris Reynolds
助理工程師
Dan Hoal
助理工程師
John Cranfield
助理工程師
Kevin Dean
混音師
Pete Martinez
助理工程師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 2]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 3]
There's a club on the coast
Where the kids get lost
And no one's gonna stare
Yeah, Chuck T's and bleached jeans
With dayglow mohawk hair
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids all
Call their home there
Don't tell me it ain't real
Don't you fuckin' dare
[Verse 4]
Yeah, punk style in the car, nothing going on
Turn up the radio 'cause it's my favorite song
There's a club on the coast
Where all the kids get along
Skins and punks, the wayward ones
Nothing can go wrong
[Verse 5]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
So rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 6]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 7]
Do you know what, when I show up
There's gonna be some fucking action
So many styles, always so wild
That's the fucking attraction
She said, "What? I'll fuck 'em up"
That's her satisfaction
Bottle of red, straight to the head
Detox transaction
[Verse 8]
Hell's angel's ran my neighborhood
It was always understood
I was running errands for the Angels
I was a little fuckin' hood
Punk rock was my way out
It was always in my blood
I don't give a fuck if I was locked up
Should be dead or in jail
[Verse 9]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 10]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 11]
Family turns their back on their son
Now we're all alone
Now we ain't got a home
Now we're among our own
[Verse 12]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
[Verse 13]
Saturday
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
Through fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll
Written by: Dave Carlock, Lars Frederiksen, Tim Armstrong
