| Saturday night and the bar is packed
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| The drinks are watered and the decks are stacked
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| The whores are grinning with their faces cracked
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| And the gamblers cursing at the horses they backed
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| Saturday night and the bar is jammed
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| We’ve got our table and the rest be damned
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| The waiter’s hovering near at hand
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| We’re loaded earlier than we planned
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| Some damn fool is starting a fight
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| Why does he wait for Saturday night
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| Mary and Eddie are busy indeed
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| Making up for lost time in the rear
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| George is beginning to sweat
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| While a stranger is sticking her tongue in his ear
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| David’s explaining the next revolution
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| Someone is granting the crowd absolution
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| Whoever is running her foot up my leg
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| I love you
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| La, la la la, la la la la
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| Saturday night and the juke box roars
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| Off in the corner the sound of snores
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| My head is ringing with noise and smoke
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| And someone’s ordering Scotch and Coke
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| Saturday night and my friends are blind
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| They’re rocking the table just to blow my mind
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| I don’t know why but I’m on my knees
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| Showing McCall how an ape climbs trees
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| Some damn fool is starting a fight
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| Why does he wait for Saturday night
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| Mary and Eddie are busy indeed
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| Making up for lost time in the rear
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| George is beginning to faint
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| While a stranger is sticking her tongue in his ear
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| David’s conducting the next revolution
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| Someone is granting the crowd absolution
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| Whoever is running her foot up my leg
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| I love you
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| La la la la, la la la la
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| Mary and Eddie are being arrested
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| For making up time in the rear
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| George is out calling a cab
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| With the stranger who still has her tongue in his ear
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| Dave has abandoned the next revolution
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| Someone is cancelling his absolution
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| Whoever is running her foot up my leg
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| I love you |