I hear the barley calling my name

So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.

Where the welcome mat hurries me in

A pint glass awaits to drown my sins



Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass.

Seeing my reflection, seeing my past

Sitting at the same bar, playing that same game

Drinking that same beer, killing that same pain



Well little Mikey was only 16

He's on top of the punk rock scene

Rasing his fist for a political fight

And he can't do wrong and only a right



And his mother can't tell him

No one can tell him

He wagered this war he's gonna win the fight

Thirty years later, still singing for tonight



[Chorus]

Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission.

The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud!

Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! We've got to do it right!

Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Tonight's the night!



The clock strikes 12, the sun has gone down

The party's risin' up, risin' up in your hometown



And the spirit's in the street, and the fire's in their eyes and

They're living for the moment, their passion never dies

And she looks him in the face, she said she would never leave and

Her whispers still haunt him and he still believes



[Chorus]



We'll go to the bottom of every bottle

The end of theline on every story

Those times we miss, those times we reminisce

Those were the good old days

I hold in heart and cherish. Never forget



[Chorus]



Tonight's the night we've gotta do it right!

The clock strikes 12, the sun's gone down

The party's rises up, risin' up in Burlington.

Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission.

The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight we gotta do it right!