| Well, you can see these people
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| At the end of every working day
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| Down at the local bar
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| Or maybe hanging out in some dark cafe
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| Down on the waterfront
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| As the big grey boats come steaming on home
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| It’s anybody’s guess
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| Where the night begins and the party ends
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| He says «come on baby, take a hold of my hand
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| 'Cause it’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town
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| And this city lights up when the sun goes down
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| It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town»
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| And anywhere you look
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| There’s a smooth operator just playing the game
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| Got the blue jeans, baby
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| His hands in his pockets and the same old lines
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| Looking for a good time
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| Waiting 'til the ship comes in
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| He says «come on baby, take a hold of my hand
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| 'Cause it’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town
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| And this city lights up when the sun goes down
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| It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town»
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| On the corner of the street where it meets the lane
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| There’s a message on the wall near the telephone
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| It says, «honey, you can call call me anytime»
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| He says «come on baby, take a hold of my hand
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| 'Cause it’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town
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| And this city lights up when the sun goes down
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| It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town» |