Saturday Night - Tom Paxton

Saturday night and the bar is packed

The drinks are watered and the decks are stacked

The whores are grinning with their faces cracked

And the gamblers cursing at the horses they backed

Saturday night and the bar is jammed

We’ve got our table and the rest be damned

The waiter’s hovering near at hand

We’re loaded earlier than we planned

Some damn fool is starting a fight

Why does he wait for Saturday night

Mary and Eddie are busy indeed

Making up for lost time in the rear

George is beginning to sweat

While a stranger is sticking her tongue in his ear

David’s explaining the next revolution

Someone is granting the crowd absolution

Whoever is running her foot up my leg

I love you

La, la la la, la la la la

Saturday night and the juke box roars

Off in the corner the sound of snores

My head is ringing with noise and smoke

And someone’s ordering Scotch and Coke

Saturday night and my friends are blind

They’re rocking the table just to blow my mind

I don’t know why but I’m on my knees

Showing McCall how an ape climbs trees

Some damn fool is starting a fight

Why does he wait for Saturday night

Mary and Eddie are busy indeed

Making up for lost time in the rear

George is beginning to faint

While a stranger is sticking her tongue in his ear

David’s conducting the next revolution

Someone is granting the crowd absolution

Whoever is running her foot up my leg

I love you

La la la la, la la la la

Mary and Eddie are being arrested

For making up time in the rear

George is out calling a cab

With the stranger who still has her tongue in his ear

Dave has abandoned the next revolution

Someone is cancelling his absolution

Whoever is running her foot up my leg

I love you