It's getting late, have you seen my mates?Ma, tell me when the boys get hereIt's seven o'clock, and I wanna rockWant to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeysAnd my old lady, she don't careMy sister looks cute in her braces and bootsA handful of grease in her hair
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravationWe had it with your disciplineOh, Saturday night's alright for fightingGet a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel trainGonna set this dance alight'Cause Saturday night's the night I likeSaturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
Well, they're packed pretty tight in here tonightI'm looking for a dolly who'll see me rightI may use a little muscle to get what I needI may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me"
A couple of the sounds that I really likeAre the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbikeI'm a juvenile product of the working classWhose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, oh
Don't give us none of your aggravationWe had it with your disciplineSaturday night's alright for fightingGet a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel trainGonna set this dance alight'Cause Saturday night's the night I likeSaturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravationWe had it with your disciplineSaturday night's alright for fightingGet a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel trainGonna set this dance alight'Cause Saturday night's the night I likeSaturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
Saturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, SaturdaySaturday night's alright
Saturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, SaturdaySaturday night's alright
Saturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, Saturday, SaturdaySaturday, SaturdaySaturday night's alright, whoo