Suddenly there's a knock at your head

Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set

Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand

You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can



Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain

I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name.

Get a room, get a head, get a hat

We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class



Come to the city on a Saturday night

Watching the boys on their motorbikes

I wanna be like those guys

I wanna wear my clothes tight

Matching jackets and a fistful of notes

New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes



Ppp-pneumothorax is a word that is long.

They're just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung

Pe-pe-pe-panic over party off party on

'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one



Come to the city on a Saturday night

Open your heads like a satellite

I wanna see what they see

I wanna love you like crazy

When cameras are pointing right in your face

Can see into your room from outer space



Cut through the city on a Saturday night

It's not the size of the man in the fight

I wanna know what that does

I wanna show what matters

Cause it's the size of the fight in the man

That makes the difference and decides who is champ



Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the night

Come to the city on a Saturday night

I asked your mother and she said it's alright

We're getting married when we're thirty

I want to do it on your birthday



'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you

I just wanna dance the whole night through

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife