Somebody S Saturday Night (Walter Becker)

Somebody’s Saturday night seems pleased to meet you Slouched in a booth at Pamela’s Pistol Dawn Drink, drink cigarette, talkie talk Drink, drink, smoke, smoke cigarette Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin’ on Somebody’s Saturday night says, oh, I get it You want to go where no man’s ever been Down in the coal mine, goin' down Turn around, push, push, turn around Digging up the gold and carrying it back again She looked good in the available light She was somebody’s Saturday night She said it ain’t wrong but it’s not quite right I guess it's somebody's Saturday night Somebody’s Saturday night says, hey, it's raining You wouldn’t kick a good girl out on a night like this He says, she says the demon in me says just you watch me Pucker up, darling, for my legendary good night kiss She’s no fool but she’s none too bright She’s just somebody’s Saturday night She stays cool if not watertight Such is somebody’s Saturday night Only a girl, one more is up and gone Leaving nobody to blame the whole thing on, baby Somebody’s Saturday night is walking in the moonlight Playing on the beads of her beatnik Rosary Thinking nobody gives it exactly the way that you want it No one ever gets it with a money-back guarantee But I've been born with the second sight Now I’m looking in the mirror at somebody’s Saturday night I get along, in fact I do all right Being somebody’s Saturday night But I've been born with the second sight Now I’m looking in the mirror at somebody’s Saturday night I get along, in fact I do all right Being somebody’s Saturday night