Lyrics Pale Young Gentlemen

Pale Young Gentlemen

Saturday Night

Cold black tires chase telephone wires

And oh, I drive to work

I trust my best years

To the fits and fires of warring gears

And oh, I drive to work

Follow the road and do what you're told

Sing us a song and then run along

I'm happy where I am

Oh, Saturday night

Take me in your arms

I flash a smile to my friends in the car

Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night

What a friend you are

I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms

Oh, Saturday night

Life begs money

So does my honey

So I drive to work

I'm happy where I am

Oh, Saturday night

Take me in your arms

I flash a smile to my friends in the car

Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night

What a friend you are

I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms

Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night

Oh, Saturday night