Saturday Night in the City

When the weekend rolls around I hound the hottest spots
My favorite club'll
Always double
All my vodka shots
Got my skin tight bustier and plastic crucifix
Tonight we're gonna party like its 1986!

'Cause it's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

It's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

One you're past the velvet ropes your wildest dreams come true

The dance floor smoke

A bump of coke

And everything taboo

I got a pair a'parachute pants that grandma got me to wear

Can't wait till chicks start flocking to my flock of seagulls hair

New york is reserved for the rich proud
But here comes the bridge and tunnel crowd

And it's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

It's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

Out on the prowl

And dressed impress

Hoping sunday morning you'll have sins to confess

Goths, punks, and posers
And yuppie snobs galore
Everybody's equal when they're thrashing on the floor

'Cause it's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

It's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

Look at the wedding singer go! Holly is gonna rock his world tonight!

Wow, she's kinda into him.

Anything wrong, baby?

Why would anything be wrong? Let's get drunk!

Whoa, whoa
Saturday night in the city

Hey, Glen and I got engaged!

Yeah, you told us that.
Is she okay?
She seems a little tipsy...

I'm not tipsy!
I'm hammered!

Okay, baby, time to go home.

Maybe I should go help Glen.

Forget him! Forget everybody!

Check out the view
You'll like what you see
My body's an amusement park, the first ride's on me

Don't stop to question
If you're gonna score
Being young and stupid is what saturday is for

It's what saturday is for!

And it's saturday night night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

It's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

That wasn't anything like that kiss you gave Julia.

Holly...

I can't believe I never noticed it.

What?

You have a thing for Julia.

No, I don't.

HOLLY
Robbie. She's marrying Glen.

I told you some air would make you feel better.

You are, like, so awesome. And your hair is... so hard.

Uh-huh.
The valet's pulling the car around.
We'll get you home and in bed.

Tell the night to save it's moonlight
Tell the birds not to sing
Tell yourself that you must have been out of your mind
'Cause it's night that kind
No it's not that kind of thing

Saturday night in the city

Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city

It's saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night in the city!



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Sklar, Chad Beguelin
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