It's getting late haven't seen my mates, Ma tell me when the boys get here. It's seven o'clock and I wanna mosh, Wanna get my belly full of beer. My old man's drunker than a bar full of whinos, And my old lady she don't care. My sister looks cute in her braces and boots, A handful of grease in her hair. chorus: Don't give us none of your aggravation, We've had it with your discipline. Saturday night's alright for fightin', Get a little action in. Get about as oiled as a diesel train, Gonna set this town alight. Saturday night's the night I like, Saturday night's alright, alright, alright. Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight, I'm looking for a bitch who will see me right. I may use a little muscle to get what I need, I may sink a little Jack and shout out: 'she's with me'. A couple of sounds that I really like, Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike. I'm a juvenile product of the working class, Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass. (repeat chorus) Saturday's the night, yeah. (repeat chorus) Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright. (repeat and fade)
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