Lyrics:
night is a Saturday night
And everything's right with the summer comin'
I'm the first one standin' in line
For my day in the sun I've been workin'
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls,
(I get a little bit obsessed but it's)
(I get a little bit obsessed but it's)
(I get a little bit obsessed but it's)
Never one to light up
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
IS RIGHT OUTSIDE.
PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET'S HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH HER.
MISS BRIGGS: CARLY, GET IN HERE. RIGHT NOW.
MISS BRIGGS SNAPS HER
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
Went to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk
So I kicked the ass
and all.
After the 16th act, they said the boss was gonna take the stage and. I am one gigantic Springsteen fan so I was right there in the wings, as close
from our "leader"
And some virus in China endorsed by the grim reaper
We were told it was a hoax and it wouldn't affect us
Another lie told, we'd learn
change to spend
But forty years had gone by, the dollar was up fourteen percent
Oh
Well, "morning!" crowed the rooster as he boldly fluffed his wings
When
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
wings puked all on your vest
Funky sapien piss on your steps, shamed face
Not so little rascala with weed laced
Paranoid like yeah had a funny taste
Now I
Momma ain't raise a little uhh
Real lingo in my tone
Im the realest she's known
I know that's how it go
Lightskin she loving the tone
Can't miss it's
I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
the night closes in
I'm drifting and I can't find a friend
On the wings of the angels I'm saved by her love
The little things my baby does
The little
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
(sa-sa-sa-sa) Saturday
Big man then text this gyal, she tell me link from (fa-fa-fa-fa) Friday
I sliding, we riding, then drop this pay from my day
Big H on E, we
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day here in small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day here in small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my
quarter past four
'Cause me and Jimmy been sitting at the bar
Drinkin gin and playin' cards
Got the ace up his sleeve, got a pistol by my side
And if
and pick you up
And anyone who wants to go for a ride
And if you want to have a drink
there's some bottles by the sink
There'll be 20,000 people
City sidewalk
Bright Saturday morning
Beggar with a halo shuffles up to me
He asks me for a coin
Says thank you and god bless you
Good deeds
Sometimes it hurts to fly
But today your wings are fine, oh bee
What a day to fly around
See what this garden's all about
Oh bee
Little bee
You must know by
it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And you say, "Baby, have you got enough gas?"
Oh yeah!
Little Red Corvette
Baby, you're much
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