Saturday Night Lyrics

Pale Young Gentlemen Saturday Night

Cold black tires chase telephone wires
And oh, I drive to work
I trust my best years
To the fits and fires of warring gears
And oh, I drive to work
Follow the road and do what you're told
Sing us a song and then run along
I'm happy where I am

Oh, Saturday night
Take me in your arms
I flash a smile to my friends in the car
Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night
What a friend you are
I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms
Oh, Saturday night

Life begs money
So does my honey
So I drive to work
I'm happy where I am

Oh, Saturday night
Take me in your arms
I flash a smile to my friends in the car
Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night
What a friend you are
I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms
Oh, Saturday night
Oh, Saturday night
Oh, Saturday night