Saturday Night

Album: Employment (2005)
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  • Da dum
    Da dum
    Da dum
    Da dum

    S-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head
    Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set
    Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand
    You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can

    Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain
    I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name
    G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat
    We're going to hell anyway lets 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-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

    Come to the city on a Saturday night
    Over your heads like a satellite
    I wanna see what they see
    I wanna love you like crazy
    Those cameras are pointing right in your face
    Can see into your room from outer space

    Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
    Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
    Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
    Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh

    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 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 are 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 alright
    We'll get married when we're thirty
    I want to do it on your birthday
    'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
    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 a knife Writer/s: Andrew Robert White, Charles Richard Wilson, James Rix, Nicholas James Hodgson, Nicholas Matthew Baines
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
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