Small town boy, the streets of L.A. A day time waiter, in a night time band Acting cool, said he was a real man Couldn't write a song, to save his soul
just hanging round for two hours every saturday the nuns let her out town and i buy us cups of coffee and she tells me all the news she's got a part
a dodo?s conundrum I felt like I could just fly But nothing happend every time I tried Wooo, ooooh! A duotone on the wall The selfless fool who hoped he?d save
more late night wife a bitchin' Cause I won't be drinking anymore I woke up this morning With my jammies kinda clammy Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday
a speed king, hear me sing I'm a speed king, see me fly I'm a speed king, hear me sing I'm a speed king, see me fly I'm a speed king, hear me sing
.] [ANNOUNCER:] Welcome back to Saturday Night Live! And now, as a special treat on our first show, musical guest Andy Kaufman! [Applause. A record
million dollar TV. This is because, when I was 20 yrs old, I had a day job, a skateboard and a band?.but no savings account. I couldn't ask my parents
?m your son You gave me everything that I need But lovin? me unconditionally Everybody say, m-o-m-m-a Everybody say, mama, m-o-m-m-a You know that this
fifth, oh Everybody talks it up all for the Saturday night And all the kids want to brag in fact that they got a right But it ain't gonna be just a slap
got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest I took a little break and bitches got overconfident On the really girl, you don't want no conflict Save your slick talk for Saturday night
a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest I took a little break and bitches got overconfident On the really girl, you don't want no conflict Save your slick talk for Saturday night
[Originally by Billy Joel] Friday night I crashed your party, Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again. I was only having
last Saturday night How am I supposed to help somebody When they tell you that they don't need help How am I suppose to reach a soul That doesn't know
a rhymer you still a small timer Hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinder Every step tangoed, your beef don't concern me I'm eatin mangos
the real brother Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp Keep that mop down, just like your album sound So save that cartoon shit for Saturday
with me for a summer He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite I'm weak and he was so persistent He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight Oh
'm gonna throw it in the sand bury it way down deep so my past can get a chance to sleep and they'll be no more just sitting on a Saturday Night thinking
go I remember the coal mine closing Her father's face was a sight Bringing up kids on a pittance wages? Nothing is left by Saturday night Those days