Lyrics:
you get twelve? (Okay)
Uh there's two Saturdays and Sundays in there, that's four
That's nine and three other days, which I believe are the mystery
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
ain't goin' nowhere
Glory and my hard road to travel, I'm told
Heaven ain't goin' nowhere
Back bent double by a ponderous load
I reckon heaven
I met her,
Friday everything got better,
Saturday I knew I'd get her,
Sunday sleep.
Well here I go again,
I'm standing toe to toe again.
I
another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance
So throw your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
It's on a whim; it's on a dare
I woke up with all my clothes on,
Cigarette smoke in my hair,
Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room,
Spilling ashtray by my bed
Empty bottle
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise
We rode along the linear scaffold
To a fertile sidetrack
Not yet been tamed
By urban architecture
yourself a strategy
Next Saturday the class of '97 is graduating
In a couple of years, I’ll grab a G.E.D
As for now we’ll just make ends meet
Put our art in
to sew and I learned to bake
I even frosted an angel cake
On Saturday evening, when folks dropped in
My house was as neat as a brand new pin
I
It's a Saturday night and on the lower East side
And the kids in from Queens have now taken their ride
Starlight in their eyes
Well they're sheek
New York has been buried in snow since last Saturday
The papers said the storm had passed over you
Thank you for the play you wrote about Heloise
again suddenly
like ape-scent gloriola
and you get a note passed to you
by a girl in History that says
"He needs that sweater back.
He forgot you put
Annie Forever
You said you'd like to meet the author
Who had written it this way
Unsettled by your Hallelujahs
And wet through with the rain
I felt
the last of the pork and beans
Just can't depend on nothin'.
--- Instrumental ---
Cow's gone dry and the hens won't lay
Fish quit bittin' and it's Saturday
Is it true what they say, you feel more guilty by the hour
We think you'd given up the fight, we don't believe you no how
Is it true what you said,
What's the difference from a Saturday night
Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
In their headless hallways where bodies are put
held Saturday, Sunday and Monday
Maybe one day, you'll learn how to do it the Prev One way
Until then, I kill them until they get it straight
When they
friend
G-Man all duded up for Saturday night
Well, Billy slammed on his coaster brakes
And said, "anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake?"
It's about a mile
Saturday morning a while before daylight I'm
Lying here hoping for rain
By tomorrow I could be anywhere
Passing streetcars alive without breathing
Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right
Well, pick you up at ten, gonna get you
I don't want to be broken
I want to be laughing on a Saturday night
Surrounded by strangers who don't have a clue
That I'm struggling to find
i was eightteen
my brother was twenty-one
one saturday evening
when all the work was done
we went down to the river,
had some trot lines to run
my
[Originally by Billy Joel]
Friday night I crashed your party,
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again.
I was only having
I ain't talkin' about cartoons Saturday morning TV
Remote control, it's time to set your mind free
Kick up your feet, flippin' the channels
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