text: Its getting late havent seen my mates
  Ma tell me when the boys get here
  Its seven oclock and I wanna mosh
  Wanna get my belly full of beer
  My old mans drunker than a bar full of whinos
  And my old lady she dont care
  My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
  A handful of grease in her hair
  Dont give us none of your aggravation
  Weve had it with your discipline
  Saturday nights alright for fightin
  Get a little action in
  Get about as oiled as a diesel train
  Gonna set this town alight
  Saturday nights the night I like
  Saturday nights alright, alright, alright
  Well theyre packed pretty tight in here tonight
  Im 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: shes with me
  A couple of sounds that I really like
  Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
  Im a juvenile product of the working class
  Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
  Saturdays the night, yeah
  Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
  Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
  Saturday nights alright