Tom Stompin Sudbury Sat Nite
Well the girls are out to bingo And the boys are gettin stinko We think no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite- The glasses they will tinkle while our eyes begin to twinkle And we think no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite. With Irish Jim O'Connell there & Scotty Jack McDonald There's hunky Frederic Herzal gettin tight but dats alright There's happy German trixie there with Frenchie gettin tipsy- And even Joe the gypsy knows its Saturday tonite- Ya well Marianne and Mabel come to join us at the table, And tell us how the bingo went tonite-We'll lookout right- That if they won the money we'll be laughin up the honey boys Cause everthing is funny for its Saturday tonite.. Solo- We'll drink the loot we borrowed and recuperate tomorrow- Cause everything is wonderful tonite-we had a good fight- We ate the deli pickle and we forgot about the nickel And everybody's tickled for its Saturday tonite... The songs that we'll be singin They might be wrong but they'll be ringin And now the lights of town are shinin bright-and we're all right-We'll get to work on Monday-but tomorrow's only Sun. And we're out to have a fun day for its Saturday tonite-