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)