Saturday
What a day
What a silly little day
Time to kill
Take a pill
As I sit and contemplate
how I'd like to be around
all the people in the town
with their fancy clothes and things
That I have got time

Stop pushin
all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something with you
if you drag your heels in yesterday's
oh these saturdays (oooh)

In the haste
In the grace
I've been up to my waist
It isn't real
what you feel
when you finally feel the chase
I've been waiting for the day
when someone takes me away
and I never get replaced
but I have got time

Stop pushin
all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something with you
if you drag your heels in yesterday's
oh these saturdays
these saturdays, no.
(oooh bum badadum bumdada)

As I sink
one more drink
I am running out of ink
Feeling void
paranoid
about every little thing
and I wonder if I try
to get up and say goodbye
if I'll have the strength to leave
Cause I
I don't have much time anymore.

Stop pushin
all your tragedies away
Each moment has got a lesson for the day
Take something wtih you
if you drag your heels in yesterday's
oh these saturdays
these saturdays now
saturdays now, baby.