Saturday Night - Kaiser Chiefs

Suddenly there’s a knock at your head

Don’t let them in because they’re trying to take your TV set

Happiness is the ball in your hand

You’ve got to try and throw this party just as far as you can

Creosote is pouring out of my brain

I swear I heard the floorboards, they were creaking your name

Get a room, get ahead, get a hat

We’re going to hell anyway, let’s travel first class

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Watching the boys on their motorbikes

I wanna be like those guys

I wanna wear my clothes tight

With Matching jackets and a fistful of notes

New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes

Pneumothorax is a word that is long

They’re just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung

Panic over, party off, party on Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Over your heads like a satellite

I wanna see what they see

I wanna love you like crazy

Those cameras are pointing right at your face

Can see into your room from outer space

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

It’s not the size of the man in the fight

I wanna know what that does

I wanna show you what matters

Cause it’s the size of the fight in the man

That makes the difference and decides who is champ

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Cause you and me are on the edge of a knife

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

I asked your mother and she said it’s alright

We’re getting married when we’re thirty

I wanna do it on your birthday

Cause I don’t wanna waste a moment with you

Oh I just wanna dance the whole night through

Cut through the city on a Saturday night

Cause you and me are on the edge of a knife