Lyrics:
Gather round me children, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.
was in the town of Shawnee
Saturday night live on TV
Saturday night life after three
Spent my Saturday night trying to leave
Cause you've been lying a fucking lot lately
Also, I never
and blast at the same time.
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead, the same,
on the farm
The bonfire lights underneath the stars
With the other boys howlin' at the moon
I can't do Saturday's down by the lake
Cause our memories can't be
many figures, battle the world or any nigga
I'm Uptown Saturday Nite like Bill Carr's
Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars
On the strip,
fever on a Saturday night.
[Chorus by Admoney]
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
Come On!
It's a Saturday Night
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
So bring your
Indian motorcycles
Saturday night citations
Southern boys in rebel cars
And one pump stations
Starter pistol 'neath the quarter moon
The sound
Pretty boys and pretty girls
Pretty boys and pretty girls
(When I'm without)
Pretty boys
(I dream about)
Pretty girls
Strangers in the night
Exchanging
It’s all good on a Saturday night
Got great big life and a pretty, pretty wife
A ginsu serving knife – Its alright – its alright
Taking in my slice
Girl, don’t think I haven’t worked you out
It’s a Saturday night and the boys are out
It ain’t my first won’t be the last
Been down that road
I can
toy
I'll be your wrong you be my right
Call me by my real name once or twice
Mr. Saturday Night
I'll be your white noise
I'll be your first choice
I'll
rowdy on a Saturday night
I'm already high on some good moonshine
Cause, Saturdays are for the boys
This is our time
We're cutting loose at a quarter
really doesn't matter which wave we're on
Get to turnin' up them good old boys
Crankin' into the night, by the break of dawn
All the towns are red and I
Come gather round me children,
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee,
lives in this crazy world
Always hanging out on weekends
She asked me one Saturday night bout my favorite memories
Right then and there I knew I had
triangle, I call that a pyramid boy
Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin boy
Yeah, and she told me that I'm pretty so I feel like Floyd
She
By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising
By nature feeling naughty
By night a one of all day
Fuck the cameras, take her in the hallway, look
Shawty hit my hip Saturday
She wanna get brunch
Thought we was major, had phones not pagers
Taking shots with the Crue, tripping out on Floyd
Another night getting high with Dave and the boys
It was all
Friday night on a college campus
So in a few hours I'll probably be dancin
Not a care in the world cause tomorrow is Saturday
So that's why I'm with
Radiator won't get hot
Eh, the mean old landlord
He don't care if I freeze to death or not
Ah but, saturday night in Harlem
Oh now, everything's alright
just go through it and blast at the same time.
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend
Lee O'Daniels played all night
For The Light Crust Dough Boys
And Doug Lee O'Dan
We drove eighty miles through
The blowing sand
My thirty-seven Chevy
Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday, yes that be two a day
Thursday and Friday and Saturday I need two a day
Sunday might take a break, by night I'm
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