Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) Lyrics by Orville Peck
It’s getting late, have you seen my mates?
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
It’s seven o’clock, and I wanna rock
I wanna get a belly full of beer
My old man’s drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don’t care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set the dance alight
‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright, alright, alright, ooh
They’re packed pretty tight in here tonight
And I’m looking for somebody to see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out, “He’s with me”
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Oh, don’t give us none of your aggravation
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, ooh
Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
‘Cause 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, ooh
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night’s alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night’s alright
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday night’s alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright
Saturday
Saturday
Saturday