Songtexte:
Sabato Notte

Colored rubbers and a bedroom set I wouldn't know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love I think I better get a little of

Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California, they have landed

Wasted time running scared When all of love needs is to be believed in All those springs come and gone Passed like trains and box cars, leaving But I

Anything's hard to change But hey I got you down on your knees again You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds That cover the bed upon which

Ah, we bout to go this motherfuckin' club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin' hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week 'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I Used to dance cheek to cheek I don't mind Sunday night

Well, Bobby's out with Suzie Q And Larry's here trying to down a few cold ones to get her off his mind He's drinking Turkey like it's water If the bar

Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down You wear a dress, baby, I'll wear a tie We'll laugh at that

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting