It’s a cold blue hello Monday morning And your clock strikes a blow and a warning ‘Cos you’re only at the weekend living And your wife and friends are unforgiving
There’s a cut in your face off your shaving In the mirror in the sea a man is waving He’s remarkably like you so he’s worth saving And your wife and your friends do all the blaming
I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I’m the girl in the car/drunk afternoon I’m the drink at the bar I’m plenty I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I am dressed for the night I’m the radio on I’m twenty