Lyrics:
the Saturdays
I want to stay up late
I wat to stomp my feet on the ground
I want to celebrate
A month of Saturdays, Saturdays
A month of Saturday, Saturdays, ah
beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street, and I'm never gonna leave it
And I'm always
on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched
don't like Tuesdays
Uh, uh, unless it's on a holiday
If I can make it to Friday
Then things can start going my way, 'cause
Saturdays, Sundays
Are my
on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna
on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always
do now, love
What you say, baby
If the sun still ain't up
Then it still ain't Sunday
It's Saturday night
And the city never sleeps
It's
on my mind
On Thursdays, it's a holiday
And Fridays I detest
Oh, it's much too late on a Saturday
And Sunday is the day of rest
It's the day of rest
Friday, I sleep, I'm not sure where I am
Saturday, Saturday, first class on American
To LA but only for one day
Now, it's Sunday
[Incomprehensible]
on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna
Sundays was better than other days
Mondays through Saturdays
Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow
Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville
a holi-holiday
We need a holiday
We need a holi-holiday
Saturday slip into dark
Walk up to sunday morning
Don't worry, we have much time
Sunlight,
Saturday is my favorite day of the week
Especially 'cause I know it's time
For you and me to get into something
'Cause I'm with my special someone
तब आया है Sunday
Holiday holiday holiday holiday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
छह दिन तक पापड़ बेले, तब आया है Sunday
लगी
fine here comes Miss Saturday Night
But she's lookin' like hell on Sunday morning
Tonight she's lookin' so fine
Well looky, looky, looky
Here she
wan dey with you
I wan dey with you
Spend my Saturdays with you
Wo'nu Sunday with you
I wan dey with you
(Every Saturday with you is a holiday)
I wan
to be with you)
Spend my Saturdays with you
Oh yeah
Wonu Sunday with you (till Sunday with you)
I wan dey with you
(Every Saturday with you is a holiday
thing on my mind
On Thursdays, it's a holiday!
And Fridays I detest
Oh it's much too late on a Saturday
And Sunday is the day of rest
It's the day
Strictly Mr. Thompson goes to work everyday
Except Saturdays, Sundays, and national holidays
Â??He leaves at three
He used to leave at four
But
Anyday of the week - when Saturday comes
Anyday of the week - she's almost gone
Hiding pictures of her takeaway
Only laughing on a Saturday
We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life,
Seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night
And sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday.
I
on the other side
Ask yourself does it still get you high
It's my Saturday
It's my Sunday too
Every holiday
In this Ruin with a View
It's my Saturday
It's my
Friday, I sleep, I'm not sure where I am
Saturday, Saturday, first class on American
To LA but only for one day
Now, it's Sunday
[Incomprehensible]
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