Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

It's getting late, have you seen my mates? Ma', tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock Wanna get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady, she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline 'Cause Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh Well, they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out; she's with me Couple of the sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright Fight! Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline 'Cause Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright