It's getting late, have you seen my mates, so tell me when the boys get here? Seven o'clock and I wanna rock, wanna get a belly full of beer My old man's drunk and a barrel full of muggers 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 I don't care to study your aggravation, but how the hell did you disappear? It's a holiday night, it's alright for a fight, you had a little action in You had a private toilet as a place for a drink, now how does it stand to lie? Saturday night's not the night I like, Saturday night's alright, alright, alright It's packed pretty tight here tonight, I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I can use a little muscle to get what I need, I can sing a little jig and shout out, she's amazing The color and the size 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 drips in the bottom of a glass I don't care to study your aggravation, but how the hell did you disappear? It's a holiday night, it's alright for a fight, you had a little action in You had a private toilet as a place for a drink, now how does it stand to lie? Saturday night's not the night I like, Saturday night's alright, alright, alright Dana Fisher on the bass And Rory Thomas on drums, come on bro Oh, don't care to study your aggravation, but how the hell did you disappear? It's a holiday night, it's alright for a fight, you had a little action in You had a private toilet as a place for a drink, now how does it stand to lie? Saturday night's not the night I like, Saturday night's alright, alright, alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday