Lyrics:

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



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