Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

(I love cheap thrills) Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight I don't need no money La la la la la la, la As long as I keep dancing It's Saturday Saturday and I won't be long I don't need no money De una lluvia de mujeres Colombia, Dominica, Moricua,

I'm in a trance Hey baby tell me can't you hear me calling I want to try to stop this life I take too much in the Saturday Saturday night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night night I see your face and I see myself

I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite Treat every night night like it's Saturday Saturday night, like it's Saturday Saturday night, yeah Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that Shoot

It’s Saturday Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

Call my job And today I got a 1000 bugs Tell the boss I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss I won't be in Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much weekend 'Cause Saturday Saturday night I caught the horses

Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to