Now I used to know this man, he walked with a pen in his hand, in a business suit on Tuesday afternoons. Looked like he never cleaned his room. But anyways this guy, I don't know why, but when he sparked a conversation it was hard to reply. You know the type, with no style, with no smile, and a face only a mother could love. But that's aside from the point, cause the music was enjoying. And that was all that seemed to matter, that Friday night downtown. Not a care in the world, just me and my girl. Just me and my girl, hanging out every Saturday night. Me and my girl, hanging out every Saturday night. Yeah. Just me and my girl, hanging out every Saturday night. Just me and my girl, every Saturday night. I'm tired of going back. Yeah. A Saturday night without my baby, I just might go crazy. What else would I have to do? A shoulder to lean on to make me feel strong. When moments of weakness, start to make me feel like I can defeat this. Psychological demons, now I'm screaming. I really need some help. I'm not feeling myself. These nightmares are starting to manifest itself. Now I'm busy flipping through the old books on the shelf. Trying to find one that pertains to my situation. No matter how far past the knowledge takes me, I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting. Cause there ain't nothing like a Saturday night. With me and my girl. I will wait for her. Every Saturday night. Yeah. I will leave with her. Every Saturday. I'll be waiting every Saturday night. With a bottle of gin in my palm. And I lit the joint like a bomb. Ready to defuse. Inhale, exhale. Why do I use? Cause I got the blues. When my girl's out with somebody else. To live in hell. But oh well. This lonely town where I dwell. Keeps me feeling insane. Not so well. But I'll tell you what. There ain't nothing like a Saturday night. With me and my girl. Not a care in the world. Yeah. Nothing like a Saturday night. Just me and my girl. Not a care in the world. Not a care in the world. Say yeah if you got the feeling. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I got the feeling. Tell me if you got the feeling. Tell me if you got the feeling. That I feel deep down inside. Say what you want about troubles. Cause I had my fair share of them. Just me and my girl. Hanging out every Saturday night. Me and my girl. Hanging out every Saturday night. Yeah. Just me and my girl. Hanging out every Saturday night. Just me and my girl. Saturday night. Time to go back. Yeah. A Saturday night without my baby. I just might go crazy. What else would I have to do? A shoulder to lean on to make me feel strong. When moments of weakness. Start to make me feel like I can defeat this. Psychological demons. Now I'm screaming. I really need some help. I'm not feeling myself. These nightmares are starting to manifest itself. Now I'm busy flipping through the old books on the shelf. Trying to find one that pertains to my situation. No matter how far past the knowledge takes me. I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting. Cause there ain't nothing like a Saturday night. With me and my girl.