Lyrics:
It’s getting’ late have yer seen my mates,
Ma tell me when the boys get here,
It’ s a seven-o-clock and I want to rock
Wanna 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
A handful of grease in her hair.
So don’t give us none of yer aggravation
We’ve had it with yer discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting’
Get a little action in.
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.
Well they’re packed pretty tight in here tonight
I’m looking for a dolly who’ll se me right,
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I sink a little drink and shout out “She’s with me”.
A couple of sounds that I really like
Are the sound of a switchblade and a motorbike,
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats at the bottom of a glass.
