Lyrics Saturday Morning Fever - Loudon Wainwright III

Saturday Morning Fever

On Saturday morning I was watching Road Runner on the box
That poor coyote Wile E. he’s still taking his hard knocks
He still gets gadgets in the mail to help him fight his fight
And he still squashed by boulders and blown up with dynamite
On Saturday morning I was watching Bugs Bunny on the TV screen
That poor Elmer Fudd just treat him so doggone mean
That nice little bald man has got a lot of rotten luck
When he’s not taking it from that rabbit you know he’s getting it from that
Daffy Duck
Saturday morning, Saturday morning
On Saturday morning there was Popeye the Sailor Man
He get’s it on when he gets into that spinach can
He beats the hell out of Bluto and he always gets that goil
Skinny but sexy, sleazy, easy Olive Oil
Saturday Morning!