| I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I was happy last Monday morning
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| You still loved me through Friday morning
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| Well now, Friday you took my pay
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| And bought some red Tokay, then ran away
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| Oh, let me talk to you…
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| I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I was searching on Saturday night
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| Oh, I was mad, mad enough to fight
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| 'Cause you took my money
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| And you know it ain’t right
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| My whole week you stayed in
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| A woman, a lover, a friend, until the weekend
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| Oh, don’t you lose your mind
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| So I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I even prayed on Sunday morning
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| Then I found you late Sunday night
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| I took you back, and I know it ain’t right
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| I reckon I’m stuck here with you
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| To love the whole week through
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| Till Saturday morning, oh, I’m moaning…
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| You know…
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| I said I was born upside your head
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| For hanging with wine-head Fred
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| When you put on that tight dress that’s red
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| I forget all that I said
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| I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I were happy last Monday morning
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| But Friday you took my pay
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| And bought some Tokay wine, then you ran away
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| Ooh-aah, Saturday morning
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| Ooh-aah, Saturday morning
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| Ooh-aah, Saturday morning
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| Ooh-aah, Saturday morning
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| Ooh, Saturday morning, Saturday morning
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| I’m moaning on Saturday morning
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| I’m moaning on Saturday morning… |