's taking us all away. Listen, he's gonna be here soon. I'll wait all afternoon. My daddy's coming it's saturday. Saturday fathers ache at the thought
in I close my eyes Think about the path I took Just when I think these times Have gotten the best of me I can see my mother in the kitchen My father
dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack It made its way home like a road map I fathered this
never know, oh) Greg was always getting net From twenty feet away (Twenty feet away) He had a try out with the Sixers Couldn't wait for Saturday (Saturday
one kissing a stranger held closely by a stranger father Dear well if you hear me i said father dear well if you hear me i said father dear well if
Last Saturday I stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home
lying on the sofa The cats crawl over her Jenny is in the garage She's got the car in neutral She rolls it out so quietly It's Saturday as usual It
marijuana, are you sane dummy Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me See I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me At times I wonder 'bout my father
stars Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
it roars I keep my eyelids analagous to a succesful venus-fly trap Tellin my left brain it's Saturday well he must buy that Wakin up again I look around
I sit in my four corner room Ain't got no room for nobody else, just for myself I'm tripping out, I haven't seen daylight for days What's today anyway? Saturday
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..
my priest One Our Father, three Hail Marys Each Saturday night One Our Father, three Hail Marys Each Saturday night One Our Father, three Hail Marys
you remember The Dodgers and the Mets? Fifty thousand people Saw us and turned red I'm still not recovered From Saturday's faux pas When your father
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me Don't let it get me, don't let it get me Don't let it get me, don't let it get me Well, it's Saturday night
plus she's built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food Or her water because she's somebody's daughter Who's attractive to a son as well their father
was strong as gasoline, An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. He'd come home just burnin', Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raisin' hell on a Saturday
