The Dead South - Saturday Night

Ooh, ooh
Whoa, whoa

There's fifty-two ways to murder anyone
One and two are the same and they both work as well
I'm coming clean for Amy
Julie doesn't scream as well
And the cops won't listen all night

And so maybe, maybe I'll be over
Just as soon as I fill 'em all in
And I can remember when I saw her last
We were runnin' all around and having a blast

But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you
Knowing you're home
Was thinking about you
There was somethin' I forgot to say
I was crying on Saturday night

I was cruisin' without you
They were playin' our song
I was crying on Saturday night

I can remember when I saw her last
We were runnin' all around and havin' a blast

But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you
Knowin' you're home
Was thinking about you
There was somethin' I forgot to say
I was crying on a Saturday night

I was out cruisin' without you
They were playin' our song
I was crying on a Saturday night

As the moon becomes the nighttime
You go viciously, quietly, away
I'm sittin' in the bedroom
Where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Now I'm watchin', watchin' you die
Oh

And I can remember when I saw her last
Woah
We were runnin' all around and havin' a blast
Woah

But the back seat of the drive-in so lonely without you
And knowin' you're home
Was thinkin' about you
There was somethin' I forgot to say
I was crying on a Saturday night

I was cruisin' without you
They were playin' our song
I was crying on Saturday night

I was crying on a Saturday night
I was crying on a Saturday night
I was crying, oh I was crying on a Saturday night
Oh

Written by:
Michael C. Emanuel

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