Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting

It's getting late haven't seen my mates,

Ma tell me when the boys get here.

It's seven o'clock and I wanna mosh,

Wanna get my belly full of beer.

My old man's drunker than a bar full of whinos,

And my old lady she don't care.

My sister looks cute in her braces and boots,

A handful of grease in her hair.

R:

Don't give us none of your aggravation,

We've had it with your discipline.

Saturday night's alright for fightin',

Get a little action in.

Get about as oiled as a diesel train,

Gonna set this town alight.

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 bitch who will see me right.

I may use a little muscle to get what I need,

I may sink a little Jack and shout out: 'she's with me'.

A couple of sounds that I really like,

Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike.

I'm a juvenile product of the working class,

Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.

R:

Saturday's the night, yeah.

R:

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,

Saturday night's alright.

R: