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I Went to a Marvellous Party

Noël Coward

A Secret History: Best of the Divine Comedy

1999

divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy
No more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
On Saturday last
 
I went to a marvelous party
We didn't start

There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and white
As she took the black bank for to try them once more
Oh it was her last look o'er

I just don't know what to do anymore
I just can't like, can't like, happily or carelessly anymore
I just feel so torn down by this situation all

I'm gonna stay
On a Saturday night, we'll go dancin'
And listen to the fiddle, oh
Lord, I got me a Cajun baby
Just a-livin' and lovin' by the old bayou

born a black king, pay homage nigga
Versace frames playboy, these ain't Ray Bans
Heart of gold, warrior soul, equals a great man
I got a date with

Fucked in the Game

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

a hooker on a Saturday night I'm quick to screw ya
Cause you the pussy waitin to get fucked by the fucker
Servin' lemonheads to the cluckers
I got love

Eight o'clock on a Saturday
Drinkin' beer in a downtown café
Tom T hall on the radio
Selling seats to an all-star rodeo
A stranger took the chair

Saturday-night-special cool to the touch
No he won't be cashing out tonight

They say you can not buy a thrill
But you can get in a pill
Any colour you like
Red, black

dropped down
Martin County officials on scene
About 6:30 this morning, one of the fire trucks passing by
Sittin' up higher than a car would
Was able

black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last

Yeah

We the illest the realest to touch these mics
If they feel us they feel us
If not then it's fuck they life
Get it live like Saturday night

I've Been Born Again

Glenn Frey

No Fun Aloud

1982

I've been born again 
I'm a brand new man (kind of brand new) 
I've been born again 

Saturday night in the city 
Parties on every block 
It's

Basil

Mark Knopfler

Tracker [LP]

2015

My Saturday job pays six and six down
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town

to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big

like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce

If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?

past and
Thinking back on trips on Manhattan
Dad was rolling hotels like the plaza
Black bellhops holding
Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men

moan

Step by step we walks so cool
Stares no more than he used to do
Saturday night I just got paid
Get back home he acts so strange
Cat moan
Cat moan

I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing

giving heart attack, to every man that you walk by
Cinnamon, and you're heaven scent, me love to gaze into your eyes

The blacker the berry, me want to eat

Collared shirt can't hide your tricks
Saturday night he got his kicks
When they pass the tray what you gonna say
You spent last night trowing dollar bills

(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like 'f hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching

(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like F hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching

wackier than falling backwards & landing in cat shit
I'm sicker than rat piss
With the power of a black fist
Being raised by indentured slaves & black kids

a nickel 
Niggas be faking like they want smoke, you get a black bag with a zipper 
I'm talking t-shirt wit ya picture, then post on tha book "fuck whoever