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  • It's gettin' late have you seen my mates,
    Ma tell me when the boys get here,
    It's seven-o-clock and I want to rock
    Wanna get a belly full of beer.
    My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
    And my old lady she don't care,
    My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
    A handful of grease in her hair.
    So don't give us none of yer aggravation
    We've had it with yer discipline,
    Saturday night's alright for fightin,
    Get a little action in.
    Get about as oiled as a diesel train
    Gonna set this dance alight,
    'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
    Saturday night's alright, alright, alright.
    Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
    I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right,
    I may use a little muscle to get what I need
    I sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me".
    A couple of the sound that I really like
    Are the sound of a switchblade and a motorbike,
    I'm a juvenile product of the working class
    Who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.
  • It's gettin' late have you seen my mates,
    Ma tell me when the boys get here,
    It's seven-o-clock and I want to rock
    Wanna get a belly full of beer.
    My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
    And my old lady she don't care,
    My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
    A handful of grease in her hair.
    So don't give us none of yer aggravation
    We've had it with yer discipline,
    Saturday night's alright for fightin,
    Get a little action in.
    Get about as oiled as a diesel train
    Gonna set this dance alight,
    'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
    Saturday night's alright, alright, alright.
    Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
    I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right,
    I may use a little muscle to get what I need
    I sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me".
    A couple of the sound that I really like
    Are the sound of a switchblade and a motorbike,
    I'm a juvenile product of the working class
    Who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.