Saturday Night - The Sheepdogs

I’m hanging on to my mind now baby

Oh barely keeping control

I’ll lock those doors and run out now child

Gotta let it roll, roll

Don’t let those good times grow cold

I got to get away, yeah, yeah

It must be Saturday night

And the feeling is right

S-S-S-Saturday night

S-S-S-Saturday night

We got to find our way out now baby

But we’re just digging a hole

We got to keep it together somehow

Gotta let it roll, roll

Don’t let those good times go

I got to get away, yeah, yeah

It must be Saturday night

And the feeling is right

S-S-S-Saturday night

S-S-S-Saturday night

It must be Saturday night

And the feeling is right

S-S-S-Saturday night

S-S-S-Saturday night