Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me alone, let me go home
I wanna go back and start over
Ooh ooh feeling fine mama
Painted ladies and a bottle of wine mama
Ooh ooh Feeling good mama
They took my money like I knew they would
Another Saturday night
and I ain’t got nobody -
I got some money 'cause I just got paid.
And oh, how I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
Gonna keep on dancin’ to the rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night.
Dancin’ to the rhythm in our heart and soul
On Saturday night, Saturday night.
I-I-I just can’t wait; I-I-I got a date…
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
Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin’?
Telephone’s ringin’, it’s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin’ from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you’re dreamin’ of them Saturdays that came before
It’s found you stumblin’
Stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night
Well, the telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
Telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is screaming!
Won’t she leave me alone?
Big Ole Ruby Red Dress, everybody laughs;
Say she’s got no future and never made no past.
Something hurt that Ruby, something she can’t bear;
Ya look at her real close now, you see a little tear,
When she says now…
Leave me alone, won’t you leave me alone
Please leave me alone, now, leave me alone
Leave me alone, please leave me alone, yes leave me
And if I could move I’d get my gun
And put her in the ground
Oh Ruby
Don’t take your love to town
Oh Ruby for God’s sake turn around
Craaazzzzzeeee crazy for being so lonely…crazy for loving you
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore
What’s-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect?
What-a you t’ink you do, why you look-a so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddap-a you face!
The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun rose in your eyes,
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the night and the empty skies.
Red lights green lights, strawberry wine
A good friend of mine follows the stars
Venus and Mars are all right tonight
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky
I can’t look at the stars!
Are the stars out tonight
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way.
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a comin’ day.
Well I was born to run. To get ahead of the rest.
I agree.
In sixty five I was seventeen and running up one on one,
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on.
Running on, running on empty…
[As an aside, I also agree with the move to Thread Games.]