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

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'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

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

You're looking for the heart of Saturday Saturday night Now you're stumbling You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday Saturday night Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard And you got

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

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

All the pretty girls on a Saturday Saturday night Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes Well you break and take all the words from my mouth I wish all the pretty girls were shakin' me down But not you, When all the pretty girls can't measure to you

Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll. Well it's Saturday Saturday night, and I just got paid

Honey I'm tougher than the rest Well It's Saturday Saturday night You're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile Maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out Left somebody's heart in a mess Well if you're looking for love Some girls they want a