Songwriters: Everett, Mark; Logsdon, Rusty
Saturday morning
Nothing’s ever gonna happen ‘round here
I got a long, long day ahead of me
The neighbors are dead as wood
Six in the morning, baby
Sleep away the day if you want to
And who’s gonna play with me?
And this ain’t the place for me
I’m getting up and coming over
But I got something that I gotta do
Nothing’s ever gonna happen ‘round here
Sleep away the day if you want to
I’m giving you warning, baby
The parents are sleeping soundly
If we don’t make it happen
We gotta rock the neighborhood
It’s Saturday morning
I got a long, long day ahead of me
But I got something that I gotta do
It’s Saturday morning
If we don’t make it happen
Six in the morning, baby
We got a whole big, fat world to see