Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Son, you’re drive me to drinkin’ if you quit driving that hot rod Lincoln…
I’m driving a stolen car
Down on Eldridge Avenue
Each night I wait to get caught
But I never do
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
I’ll come, driving as fast as wheels can turn,
Oh Loverboy…
I love you for your pink Cadillac–
Crushed velvet seats, riding in the back,
Cruising down the street, waving to the girls, feeling out of sight,
Spending all my money on a Saturday night…
Some they come for the dance
And some they come for the fight
Either way take your chance
In Brooklyn on a Saturday night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
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
Baby, dancing in the dark,
You between my arms…
They told me “Be sensible with your new love”
“Don’t be fooled, thinking this is the last you’ll find”
But they never stood in the dark with you, love
When you take me in your arms
And drive me slowly out of my mind
So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
'Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in mind
Unemployed in summertime
I’ve only just turned 21, I’ll be OK
Unemployed in summertime
Don’t need money 'cause we’re young
Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues…
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
(He rich) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken, any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live
And he hopes to grab his father’s loot,
When pater passes on.
'Cause he’s oh, so good,
And he’s oh, so fine,
And he’s oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
Daddy please don’t,
It wasn’t his fault,
He means so much to me.
Daddy please don’t,
We’re gonna get married,
Just you wait and see.