Rip It Up

Well, Saturday night
And I just got paid
Fool about my money
Don't try to save
My heart says
Go, go, have a time
'Cause it's Saturday night
And, baby, I feel fine

I'm gonna rock it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna ball it up
I'm gonna lock it up
At the ball tonight

Well, I got me a baby
And I won't be late
Pick her up in my 88
A shag going down
By the social hall
When the joint starts jumping
Gonna have me a ball

Well, along about ten
I'll be flying high
I walk on out to
That groovy sky
But I don't care
If I spend my dough
'Cause tonight I'm gonna be
One happy soul

Well, Saturday night
And I just got paid
Fool about my money
Don't try to save
My heart says
Go, go, have a time
'Cause it's Saturday night
And, baby, I feel fine



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Britten, Graham Hamilton Lyle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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