| Well the ravers and the groovers,
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| just stood and stared.
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| The Bohemians said they didn’t
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| but they cared.
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| The lords and the ladies,
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| felt they’re gonna drag em down.
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| The armagedon dance,
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| that could never make a sound.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its saturday night.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its allright
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| The heavy weight candidate,
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| moved to one side.
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| be a Mama gotta hunger,
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| just lay down and die.
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| Friends and lovers fall to the floor.
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| Mr. Personality, suddenly a bore.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its saturday night.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its allright.
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| Late nite kid, said my oh my.
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| A mystery &Dennis walked by.
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| Every head talked and every head turned.
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| He was so hot that he burned.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its saturday night.
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| Don’t you know, its saturday.
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| don’t you know its allright |