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 night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night I see your face and I see myself

It’s 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

When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

It’s 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

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American 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

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

I think it's time to take a heart break I think it's time to take a heart break, out late Solo on a Saturday night Going out without a plus one, I'm done Falling over pickup lines I'm single for the summer, I won't rebound One lover to another, or be

But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Jesse James we understand Has killed him many a man He robbed the Union trains Have laid Jesse James in his grave It was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright When they robbed that Union train

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday