Van Morrison - Deadbeat Saturday Night

Don’t smoke, don’t drink
Still can’t sleep a wink no hope, no joke
No flicks with chicks it ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night

I’m alone, telephone virtual reality
It’s no life, no gigs no choice, no voice
It’s no dice deadbeat Saturday night
Meanwhile out in the sticks
It’s more pricks than kicks
Hicks from the sticks
Don’t know what makes them tick
Don’t know what’s next

No work, no play no busman’s holiday
No show, no way out in sight
It just ain’t right
On this deadbeat Saturday night

Meanwhile out in the sticks
It’s more pricks than kicks
Because those hicks from the sticks
Don’t know what makes them tick
Don’t know what’s next

Don’t smoke, don’t drink
Still can’t sleep a wink no hope, no joke
No flicks with chicks it ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night

There’s no work, no play no busman’s holiday
No dough, no show, no way out in sight
It ain’t right deadbeat Saturday night

It just ain’t right deadbeat Saturday night
It just ain’t right deadbeat Saturday night

Written by:
Van Morrison

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