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S-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set Ha-ha-happiness is the ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can Cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat We're going to hell anyway, let's travel first class Come to the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys, I wanna wear my clothes tight Well matching jackets and a fistful of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes P-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long Man, just trying to put the punk back into punctured lung Pa-pa-panic over party off party on 'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one Come to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy Those cameras are pointing right in 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 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, we're on the edge of the night Come to 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 want to 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, we're on the edge of the knife