Lyrics:
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
to see that blue tick (so sick)
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more
Since my baby left me
Feel like I could die
And it's Blue Sunday
Saturday night ain't nothing to me
It's just a memory of blue
Since my baby left
he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if
never dialed back
Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train
Talkin' to Don Cornelius
Saturday night, my phone rings
Saturday night, I won't answer
by Saturday night
Walked hungry
My seal is stitched out monopoly money
I'm a turntable with new needles
Life's a barrel of junkies
Screaming "shove
girl face always runnin through my mind
Ima Lover boy I am not like other guys
We can get some wings we go flyin in the sky
Saturday's nights where we
(Lemme tell you what I did. what did you do?)
I went to a party last Saturday night,
I didn't get laid I got in a fight
Uh huh, it ain't no big thing
meditation
Please be mindful. I can do this all night
Give it back diatribe. Let's save both our time and I'll wear headphones
I'll be in my room on my phone
don't write
You're home with your mother every Saturday night
You see her on the town, she don't see you
You oughta quit courtin' and take up booze
Fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It's a feelin' alright Saturday night
And that's how we do it 'round here
Yeah, that's how we do it 'round
Fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It's a feelin' alright Saturday night
And that's how we do it 'round here
Yeah, that's how we do it 'round
I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned
harlem oh ho radiator won't get hot
Well the mean ole landlord he don't care if I freeze to death or not!
Saturday night in harlem ahh ever'ry thing's
can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what picture you see
when you're huggin' with your
Boise Boi
Yea yea yea
Yea
Pretty Boy Floyd
Im catchin all these bags
My sound gotchu annoyed
Tell me how you like that
Made it out like a bandit,
And they’re hurting my eyes
You are a Saturday night, I’m a Sunday morning
All these pretty lights have got my skin crawling
I’m up on stage slicing myself open
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had
piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four,
Take it away boys!
But poor
let me slide inside
Hold up, wait, just see your tape
On Saturday I need me Renée
Pum pum good, but I love her face
By Monday I'll have a new bae
Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend
to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I
Out streetwalking on a Saturday night
Looking for the man
Staying out of sight
Trying to find something
To ease my mind
Traffic lights
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