Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
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
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!”
'Cause there’s still a lotta drinks that I ain’t drunk
Lots of pretty thoughts that I ain’t thunk, oh yeah
Lord there’s still so many lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Smoke on the street, fire in the water
That wasn’t me last night
One for the girl, make it a double
That wasn’t me last night
That was the whiskey
in a little red dress puttin’ on a show that you won’t forget
Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions they’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights 'cause I don’t wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It’s apropos of nothing he says his name is William
But I’m sure he’s Bill or Billy or Mac or buddy
And he’s plain ugly to me, and I wonder if he’s ever
Had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In the bar that faces the giant car wash
And the good people of the world
Are washing their cars on their lunch breaks
Hosing and scrubbing as best they can
In skirts and suits
I’m looking at myself reflections of my mind,
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love,
If you’ll just come with me you’ll see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon
It’s time to kick on back
Toss your cares away
Cartwheels and piggy backs
It’s just that kind of day
I float through day and night life, well most of the time
Till I hung up my blues on a nail in your wall
It rained flowers when the music began
Love all around when the music is loud
Every day, nirvana
Always this way, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wish that every day, nirvana
Always this way
I’m not looking for girls or cheap thrills and pills
Or happy to sit on your merry-go-round, no, no
I don’t think there’s an easy way out of here
But when the music is loud, we all get down
Every day, nirvana
Always this way, always this way, yeah
I wish that every day was like nirvana
Always this way
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He’s got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I’m just wondering why I feel so all alone
Why I’m a stranger in my own life
Jump in, let’s go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
But now, God knows,
Anything goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose.
Anything goes.
Be a beggar, be a thief
Be sunshine or my grief
Be anything, but darling, be mine
Be a wise man, be a fool
Treat me tender or be cruel
Be anything, but darling, be mine
I could be so golden - Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a criminal - And lead a life of crime for you
I could be so golden - Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a soldier - And I could go to war for you
I won’t give up a good fight
With talk of passive action
And when the first comes down
I’d provide the opposite reaction
Won’t give up a good fight
With talk of passive action
I could be so golden - Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a criminal - And lead a life of crime for you
I could be so golden - Shine in the dead of night
I could be a soldier - And I could go to war for you
If I had a million dollars
I’d buy you a green dress
(But not a real green dress, that’s cruel.)
In the ribbon of her mantle there I did behold
His name and his surname in letters of gold;
Young William O’Reilly appeared in my view
He was my chief comrade back in famed Waterloo.
And as he lay dying I heard his last cry
‘If you were here, Lovely Nancy, I’d be willing to die;’
And as i told her this story, in anguish she flew.
And the more that I told her the paler she grew.
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
And it’s just a box of rain
I don’t know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
And it’s just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
And the first of the gang to die
I had a friend named Ramblin’ Bob
Who used to steal gamble and rob
He thought he was he was the smartest guy around
But I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They’ve got him in the jailhouse way down town
He’s in the jailhouse now he’s in the jailhouse now
I told him once or twice stop playin’ cards and shootin’ dice
He’s in the jailhouse now