Lyrics Loudon Wainwright III

Loudon Wainwright III

Saturday Morning Fever

On Saturday morning I was watching Road Runner on the box

That poor coyote Wile E. he's still taking his hard knocks

He still gets gadgets in the mail to help him fight his fight

And he still squashed by boulders and blown up with dynamite

On Saturday morning I was watching Bugs Bunny on the TV screen

That poor Elmer Fudd just treat him so doggone mean

That nice little bald man has got a lot of rotten luck

When he's not taking it from that rabbit you know he's getting it from that Daffy Duck

Saturday morning, Saturday morning

On Saturday morning there was Popeye the Sailor Man

He get's it on when he gets into that spinach can

He beats the hell out of Bluto and he always gets that goil

Skinny but sexy, sleazy, easy Olive Oil

Saturday Morning!