Come to the city on a Saturday night
Open your heads like a satellite
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Come to the city on a Saturday night
I wanna be like those guys, I wanna wear my clothes tight
I asked your mother and she said, "It's alright"
'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
We're going to hell anyway, let's travel first class
Pa-pa-panic over party off party on
We're getting married when we're thirty
Oh, I just wanna dance the whole night through
'Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
Come to the city on a Saturday night
That makes the difference and decides who is champ
G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat
I want to do it on your birthday
New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of the night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
Ha-ha-happiness is the ball in your hand
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
P-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
Man, just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung
I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name
Well matching jackets and a fistful of notes
Cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
Those cameras are pointing right in your face
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Can see into your room from outer space
I wanna know what that does, I wanna show what matters
