into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute I woke up early Saturday morning Suddenly
Monday morning I call you up How was your weekend? I just can?t stop It?s Tuesday and you?re stressed again I?ll rub your back I?m such a good friend
Saturday morning and it's growin' light I look out my window and remember the night The story is starting and this story ends And I feel like I need you
got these old black and whites Well, I'm every color that you can paint A father, a lover, a mother and a sinner and a saint From Sunday morning to Saturday
L.L. Cool J Serving 'em well And as you all know I am hard as hell Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn' Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on
GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday even if you busy I wouldn't mind taking Saturday-ay-ay (talking) Right about now, if you in your jeep please
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy I wouldn't mind taking Saturday Right about now, if you are in your jeep Please turn up
Saturday Satan, Sunday saint Foolin' your neighbors that's what you think Readin' the Good Book, singin' the hymns Come Monday morning and he's back to
Saturday morning alone and barely feeling Sitting at home after rocking and a-reeling All night in a cat fight With the only one who can make me cry
Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed I got this feeling like a trains running through my head, yeah Turned on my radio to the same old song Some
one last chapter to mine Out where the sun still shines There goes the weekend There goes the same old song We kept singing but we got it wrong Saturday
ll never be that cold and i could have been a better friend - i can see where i went wrong i hid beneath my selfishness like i hide behind this song last Saturday morning
the days were long The nights were filled with song, the nights were filled with song Strolling the street we're strangely complete Let's stay awake till the morning
Everybody's got a story to tell, So I wrote this song for you to remember everything that happened between us. The most important things that happened
I like Saturdays and the rocket summer Blue skies and the morning's air Oh oh, oh oh I like you, you like me There's something wrong with this picture
you never see And they take all comers in the month of June On a Friday, Saturday, Sunbury afternoon On a Friday, Saturday, Bunbury afternoon On a Friday, Saturday
Well, it was Sunday morning, past Saturday night As I was sneakin' out the door I slipped on my best Sunday dress I was ready for a little bit more It