| You’re sending shivers up and down my spine
|
| You make me wanna walk-walk the line
|
| The devil’s knockin' at my door
|
| Well, I ain’t home, it’s just-a quarter past four
|
| 'Cause me and Jimmy been sitting at the bar
|
| Drinkin' gin and playin' cards
|
| Got the ace up his sleeve, got a pistol on my side
|
| And if he pulls first, I’m gonna give it to him right
|
| I see ya
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| Lay it down, under the pale moonlight
|
| Mary’s got a ring in her nose from her new party favor
|
| Harry’s sittin' homeless and praying to his savior
|
| Jared’s slinging freedom but only if you pay
|
| Well, if you have a taste baby, I know you’re gonna stay
|
| So come on, lose kinda low just give it to me sweet
|
| Your words arrested like you’re
|
| Worried 'bout them singin' in the street
|
| I said, take a minute and break a minute too
|
| It’s just a reckless little runaway, got something to prove
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| Lay it down, under the pale moonlight
|
| Lay it down, babe
|
| Lay it down
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| I said look
|
| Oh-oh, it’s just another Sat-ur-day night
|
| Oh well, lay it down, under the pale moonlight |