Lyrics:
getting
You work every Saturday
You work every Saturday
You work every Saturday
You work every Saturday
You work every Saturday
Aye, aye
You work every
late to a kebab in the kichen
Everybody say I can't keep going on this way
I say fuck em all man this is every Saturday bitch
Every Saturday all over
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
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang, "Here we go again"
And though time goes by, I
Every Saturday night
Saturday night
Your move to the lane, child
Played on my heartstrings
With the long skinny legs, child
And your hoopy rings
When
Every Saturday night, y'all, bout sundown
Country people in wagons, baby, coming' from miles around
cnd they're drinking' corn liquor from a Mason
Every Saturday morning, I jumped out of bed and ran to my TV
And the adventures waiting there for me
I saved the day with GI Joe, but now it's
wish every night was Saturday night
I wish every night was Saturday night
Here's to hoping Monday never comes
S-s-s-Saturday night
Saturday night
seconds on Friday
You can have it your way, every Saturday night
Yeah, baby, let's get it on (on)
Every day out this week, I been tryna get you out
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)
head before I doze off
Oh, god damn it
Why can't every day be Saturday
Why can't every day be Saturday
Why can't every day be Saturday
Why can't every
HARBOURS A WEARYING PALL
EVERY SATURDAY NITE
HAS ME HITTING MY PILLOW EARLY
EVERY SATURDAY NITE I'M TREATING LIKE SUNDAY
WITHOUT YOU
MY LOVE HAS A WHOLE
Every night is a Saturday night
Every night is a Saturday night
Every night is a Saturday night
Saturday not for me
Been on city boulevard
I took for granted every Saturday night
With my rowdy friends and the love of my life
We should have danced till they turned out the lights
I took
on the Eastside
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who want to ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who want to ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who want
have lots of fun
Every Saturday Ooo Every Sunday Ooo
Every Saturday Ooo Every Sunday Let's go
I get high with you on the loop di loop
I'm satisfied
have lots of fun
Every Saturday oh every Sunday oh
Every Saturday oh every Sunday Let's go
I get high with you on the loop di loop
I'm satisfied
now, do you want it?
'Cause these dancin' feet don't
Cry to the rhythm, they cry for you
And every Saturday night that
You ain't here, my tears are blue
when I see you every time
A latte, on every Saturday morning
When I looked right into your eyes
It felt like I'd seen before
I stare at you every time
I
see me.
Every Saturday I need to see you.
Every Saturday I´m gonna falling in love with you again.
You made me move; you made me dance.
Floor was
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
come
I'm gonna, I'm gonna do too much
Know it all in the bag, that's clutch
Feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin'
It every Friday, Saturday, sunday
And it's
make a right"
At the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
There was Uncle Dave Macon, his gold tooth and plug-hat
Cowboy Copas singing "Tragic
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