Saturday Girl

She takes the bus ride down Kinsella Street
Past The Queen's Head and The Barrel Of Wheat
Rides the top deck 'til she'll reach the parade
And the penny arcade

Puts on an apron at the foot of the stairs
And a band of gold that ties back her hair
She bought a magazine about the stars on TV
She's gonna read with her tea

And she might share some spare conversation
About the weather and the world far outside
As she lays out the place mats
And brushes the doormat
And swings around the sign around to open the cafe

And Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
Thursdays and Friday's so sad
But come Saturday girl, I'm on top of the world
The moment she steps through that door

She's got a smile like a rainbow in the gray
And a laugh that'd make a misery's day
All the customers, they think she's a hoot
Yeah, and the boys think she's cute
And when we close up

She sings along to the jukebox
"I just need somebody, I need someone to love"
And then she climbs on the table-top
Swinging her dish mop
And I wish I had the courage and I could say

Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
Thursdays and Friday's so sad, so sad
But comes Saturday girl, I'm on top of the world
It's the one day I get to be king

It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, sweet Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Yeah the one day I get to be king

Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
Thursdays and Friday's I'm sad
She's my Saturday girl, I'm on top of the world
The moment she steps through my door
Saturday, Saturday, sweet Saturday, Saturday, my Saturday it's Saturday, Saturday
The one day I get to be king



Credits
Writer(s): Leo Sayer
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