Sugar Hill Saturday Night

Well, the women are foxy and lowdown

They all like to have a good time

The men are sneaky and no account

They knock you in the head for a dime

And Friday evening to Sunday night

They stay stoned running blind

Well the music starts getting right

The people start getting tight

Some fool started a fight

That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

There's a juke joint they call the Big Mama

And a joint called Rising Sun

You can have a good time

But if you step outta line

You damn sure better run

Cause the sheriff stands six foot seven

And he's a head whoopin' son of a gun

Well the music starts getting right

The people start getting tight

Some fool started a fight

That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

Well it's five o'clock in the morning

And the blues is all played out

Just sitting here drinking whiskey from this coffee cup

When the lights went out

Well the music starts getting right

The people start getting tight

Some fool started a fight

That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

Music starts getting right

The people start getting tight

Some fool started a fight

That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night