Suddenly there's a knock at your head Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name. Get a room, get a head, get a hat We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Come to the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fistful of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
Ppp-pneumothorax is a word that is long. They're just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung Pe-pe-pe-panic over party off party on 'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Come to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see I wanna love you like crazy When cameras are pointing right in your face Can see into your room from outer space
Cut through the city on a Saturday night It's not the size of the man in the fight I wanna know what that does I wanna show what matters Cause it's the size of the fight in the man That makes the difference and decides who is champ
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the night Come to the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she said it's alright We're getting married when we're thirty I want to do it on your birthday
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife