Saturday

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Thank you much for calling me But my hand's already trembling I'm just trying to politely Ask you to excuse my misbehavior I brought too many drinks with me And a ten ton bucket of gasoline But I'm dressed for the occasion So I'm staying till it's done or till I'm thrown [Chorus] And I don't think people here mess around They're saying we both need to get outta here Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four Really do got to go [Verse 2] Oh, these old stares have turned on me And my boots untied and I've clipped my wings I'm just tryin' to arrive in such a manner So as not to look alone Oh, well, I do [Chorus] And I don't think people here mess around They're saying we both need to get outta here Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four Really do got to go [Outro] Don't get caught up in holding on If you can't let go