Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Taupin
It's getting late, have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get
here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of
beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old
lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful
of grease in her hair
Chorus
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it
with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little
action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance
alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright,
alright, alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm
looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what
I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"
A
couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a
motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend
floats in the bottom of a glass
Chorus
Chorus
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, that's alright
(Repeat
thrice)
ELTON JOHN
"Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting"
Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road