Somebody's Saturday Night - Walter Becker

Somebody’s Saturday night seems pleased to meet you

Slouched in a booth at Pamela’s Pistol Dawn

Drink drink cigarette talkie talk drink drink smoke smoke cigarette

Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin' on Somebody’s Saturday night says oh I get it You want to go where no man’s ever been

Down in the coal mine goin' down turn around push push turn around

Digging up the gold and carrying it back again

She looked good

In the available light

She was somebody’s Saturday night

She said it ain’t wrong

But it’s not quite right

Guess it’s somebody’s Saturday night

Somebody’s Saturday night says hey it’s raining

You wouldn’t kick a good girl out on a night like this

He says she says the demon in me says just you watch me Pucker up darling for my legendary good night kiss

She’s no fool

But she’s none too bright

She’s just somebody’s Saturday night

She stays cool

If not watertight

Such is somebody’s Saturday night

Only a girl —

One more is up and gone

Leaving nobody

To blame the whole thing on — baby

Somebody’s Saturday night is walking in the moonlight

Playing on the beads of her beatnik rosary

Thinking: Nobody gives it exactly the way that you want it No one ever gets it with a money-back guarantee

But I been born with the second sight

Now I’m looking in the mirror at somebody’s Saturday night

I get along

In fact I do all right

Being somebody’s Saturday night