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The bluebird was high on the wing

Whatever happened to Saturday night
Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight?
She said, tell me, oh, tell me, was I
night is a Saturday night
Saturday not for me

I see things a little different through the blood in my eyes 
You might fool the mothers I see through
Oh babe
Why no I'll take
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit more
And time
Time goes
Time goes slowly by
When I know that it can fly
all busted lookin' just a little to wise child

I just can't wait
I just can't wait for Saturday night
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
I bought a brand new airmobile 
It was custom made 
It was a Flight DeVille 
With an outboard motor 
And some hideaway wings 
Push in
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
all busted lookin' just a little to wise child

I just can't wait
I just can't wait for Saturday night
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
all busted lookin' just a little to wise child

I just can't wait
I just can't wait for Saturday night
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday satan Sunday saint...
This little song holds good advice though some people may think
my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't a gray cloud floating in sight 
Big, full moon, shining up above
Cuddle up, honey, be my love 

Sweetest little
where she's gone

Little green men do O.K.
It's the fairies' revenge they say
And gumdrops and Saturdays did Eric call by the way

Ride on, ride on,
the Benediction
He's never sang in the choir
But he's an angel with no halo
And one wing in the fire

Mama lives by the Bible
The Bible lives by the bed
And she's
Think that today
I'll go down by the sea
Think that today 
It was made for me.
Pack myself a lunch
And I will pack myself ahead
All today is
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
everything's alright.
We're gonna go fishin' next Saturday night.
Lipstick, makeup, leave behind makeup, takes up too much time.
You're a little honey,
And every night she would say
Help my boy began
Take the lord by the hand

Let the little boy sing
Got a feeling that takes you home
Got a melody of his
Indoor Games

Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings
Come Saturday jump hopper, Chelsea brigade
High
this

You know everywhere has somethin' they're known for
Although usually it washes up on our shores
Little Italy, and Chinatown, sittin' there side by
sittin' there side by side 
Live from New York, It's Saturday Night! 

It's a French kiss, Italian ice, 
Spanish moss in the moonlight 
Just another
See them drivin' by look at them fancy wheels
Headlights winkin' checkin' each other out
The Great American Pastime is still the automobile
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby,
Now I've never been in with the fast crowd
I've never been closer than just a little over the line
I know those nights I'd find great temptations