Lyrics:
Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene
Goodnight, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife
Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene
Goodnight, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my
Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all
All through the day how the hours rush by
You sit in the park and you watch the grass
Friday night I crashed and burned.
My doctor says I'm all right.
And this road is live and learn,
With shoulders, detours and orange signs.
Sunday
cajun baby and
There I'm gonna stay
On a Saturday night we go dancin'
And listen to the fiddle-o
Lord I got me a cajun baby just a
Livin' and a lovin' by
Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a show
Some are content with an evening spent home by the radio
Some like to live for
Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a show
Some are content with an evening spent home by the radio
Some like to live for
to spend an evening
I want to save all my nights and spend them with you
Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a
Show
Some are content
on sundays and old home movies.
grass stains on your jeans you wear twice a week.
divided by the minus sign you stole from a thrift store.
on the corner
around with him by my side
I wanna watch scary movies and hold him tight
I wanna see him under my covers at night
All those broken promises
And you're
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Let me tell you a story now
I was in front of the Apollo on Amateur Night
It was after the show,
like a preemptive strike.
Hit the 5:30 mass early Saturday night.
Ring ring ring goes the telephone.
Tell my little lamb that I'm on my way home.
the southern land
That Saturday night about twelve o'clock
When she hoodoo the voodoo man
Talking about a woman named Hanna
(Where she live?) Down in Louisiana
million fireworks explode
And I believe in you my love
And your imaginary world
She makes up movies in her head
And she thinks that every day is Saturday
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
love
Perfect, perfect
If you live by (never)
Love
And you're on (?)
Somtimes it's hard to tell you so
Oh may not be (?)
You know
There was
Irene, goodnight
Irene, goodnight
Goodnight, Irene
Goodnight, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my
Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life, yeah
Living the high life
Check into a car wash, eat out at Bowlmore
Go buy a rose at the movies on a train
Get married by a biker, go hang a priest
Walk tall with
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
You'd rather sit and watch the movies that you push
You know as well as me we're not in love
Can't help but think about to talk about our lives
live to collect your doe
Will you tell me somethin'...
Well you work in the woods from morning till night
You laugh and sing and you cuss
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