Saturday Night

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He's gonna get the axe from huh What would ya say to seein' a Pitcha? How does the combination of Johnny Mack Brown and Bessie Love Hitcha? The moon's like a million-watt electric light— It shines up the city as it climbs And I gotta spend another Saturday night At home with the Sunday Times Moonlight on Flatbush Avenue That's what I call a lovely view [Chorus] So what can you do On a Saturday night—alone? Who needs a view On a Saturday night—alone? If it's a Saturday night And you are single You sit with a paper and fight The urge is to mingle And home is a place Where you gotta go back—alone Home is a place Where the future looks black—alone I like the Sunday Times all right But not in bed— Alive and alone on a Saturday night Is dead [Verse 2] Here's a revival of "Ben-Huh" Goes on at nine-fifteen at the Cushman So when I got my mind on sex Who gives a damn for Francis X Bushman? The moon's like an overloaded Moxie sign It shines at you friendly and bright And I got my buddies and my buddies are fine— But not on a Saturday night! Johnny Mack Brown and Bessie Love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love [Chorus] So what can you do On a Saturday night—alone? Who needs a view On a Saturday night—alone? If it's a Saturday night And you are single You sit with a paper and fight The urge to mingle And home is a place Where you gotta go back—alone Home is a place Where the future looks black—alone Alone would be different any other night instead But we're on our own On a Saturday night With no one to phone On a Saturday night And when you're alone On a Saturday night You might as well be dead!