Lyrics:

It&ampampapos;s Getting Late Have You Seen My Mates**lf****lf**ma Tell Me When The Boys Get Here**lf****lf**it&ampampapos;s Seven O&ampampapos;clock And I Want To Rock**lf****lf**want To Get A Belly Full Of Beer**lf****lf****lf****lf**my Old Man&ampampapos;s Drunker Than A Barrel Full Of Monkeys**lf****lf**and My Old Lady She Don&ampampapos;t Care**lf****lf**my Sister Looks Cute In Her Braces And Boots**lf****lf**a Handful Of Grease In Her Hair**lf****lf****lf****lf**don&ampampapos;t Give Us None Of Your Aggravation**lf****lf**we Had It With Your Discipline**lf****lf**saturday Night&ampampapos;s Alright For Fighting**lf****lf**get A Little Action In**lf****lf****lf****lf**get About As Oiled As A Diesel Train**lf****lf**gonna Set This Dance Alight**lf****lf**''''cause Saturday Night&ampampapos;s The Night I Like**lf****lf**saturday Night&ampampapos;s Alright Alright Alright**lf****lf****lf****lf**well They&ampampapos;re Packed Pretty Tight In Here Tonight**lf****lf**i&ampampapos;m Looking For A Dolly Who&ampampapos;ll See Me Right**lf****lf**i May Use A Little Muscle To Get What I Need**lf****lf**i May Sink A Little Drink And Shout Out &ampampapos;she&ampampapos;s With Me!&ampampapos;**lf****lf****lf****lf**a Couple Of The Sound That I Really Like**lf****lf**are The Sounds Of A Switchblade And A Motorbike**lf****lf**i&ampampapos;m A Juvenile Product Of The Working Class**lf****lf**whose Best Friend Floats In The Bottom Of A Glass