Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)

Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)

It's getting late have you seen my mates,
Go on and tell me when the boys get here.
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock,
Want to get a belly full of beer.

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots with a handful of
grease in her hair.

Hey... Don't give us none of your aggravation,
We've had it with your discipline.
Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting, get a little action in.
I get about as oiled as a diesel train, gonna set this dance
alight.
Cause' Saturday Night's the night I like,
Saturday Nights Alright..
Alright, Alright!

Well, we're packed pretty tight in here tonight and I'm looking
for a dolly who'll see me right.
I may use a little muscle to get what I need, and sink a little
drink and shout out, "She's with me!".

A couple of the sounds that I really like are the sound of a
switchblade and a motorbike.
I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend
floats in the bottom of a glass.

Don't give us none of your aggravation, we've had it with your
discipline.
Saturday Night's Alright for fighting, to get a little action
in.
I get about as oiled as a diesel train, gonna set this dance
alight.
Cause Saturday Night's the night I like,
Saturday Night's Alright...
Alright, Alright!

Chorus: Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!........

Pete T.: Take me to the pilot, lead me to the chamber,
Take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger,
Na na na, na na na.....

Chorus: Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!........