It's Getting Late Have You Seen My Mates
Ma Tell Me When The Boys Get Here
It's Seven O'clock And I Want To Rock
Want To Get A Belly Full Of Beer

My Old Man's Drunker Than A Barrel Full Of Monkeys
And My Old Lady She Don't Care
My Sister Looks Cute In Her Braces And Boots
A Handful Of Grease In Her Hair

Don't Give Us None Of Your Aggravation
We Had It With Your Discipline
Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Get A Little Action In

Get About As Oiled As A Diesel Train
Gonna Set This Dance Alight
`Cause 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 Dolly Who'll See Me Right
I May Use A Little Muscle To Get What I Need
I May Sink A Little Drink And Shout Out "She's With Me!

A Couple Of The Sound 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