Somebody's Saturday Night

Somebodys Saturday night seems pleased to meet you
Slouched in a booth at Pamelas Pistol Dawn
Drink, drink cigarette, talkie talk
Drink, drink, smoke, smoke cigarette
Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin onSomebodys Saturday night says, oh, I get it
You want to go where no mans ever been
Down in the coal mine, goin' down
Turn around, push, push, turn around
Digging up the gold and carrying it back againShe looked good in the available light
She was somebodys Saturday night
She said it aint wrong but its not quite right
I guess it's somebody's Saturday nightSomebodys Saturday night says, hey, it's raining
You wouldnt 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 kissShes no fool but shes none too bright
Shes just somebodys Saturday night
She stays cool if not watertight
Such is somebodys Saturday nightOnly a girl, one more is up and gone
Leaving nobody to blame the whole thing on, babySomebodys 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 guaranteeBut I've been born with the second sight
Now Im looking in the mirror at somebodys Saturday night
I get along, in fact I do all right
Being somebodys Saturday nightBut I've been born with the second sight
Now Im looking in the mirror at somebodys Saturday night
I get along, in fact I do all right
Being somebodys Saturday night