Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday , by - Sam Fender. Release date: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Saturday |
| Overtired, overworked, underpaid, under pressure |
| Always tying up loose ends |
| The unchained melody out of tune, remedy for the weekend |
| To cure the weekday blues |
| Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils, give me something |
| Just to smoothen off the edge |
| Call me dumb, call me scum, call me plain and simple |
| As I’m holding on for this |
| And if Saturday don’t come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind |
| And if Saturday don’t come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind |
| Inhabitable hole, skint, living like an animal |
| While they try to take my dole |
| Black mould on the wall |
| Must’ve made a thousand calls to get it sorted |
| But my landlord hates my soul |
| No power, working zero hour, making some cunt rich |
| Who will never understand what it’s like down here |
| I raise my beer |
| If Saturday don’t come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind |
| And if Saturday don’t come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind |
| Oh, and if Saturday don’t come soon, I’m gonna lose my mind |
| And if Saturday don’t come soon |
| Oh, oh, Saturday |
| And if Saturday don’t come soon |
| No, no, oh yeah |