Pa, pa, para, pa, pa, para, pa One, two, a one, two, three, four
I can smell the smoke from the lungs of the Saturday groovers Busy doing nothing when you're young Saturday groovers Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers
All the mad old girls, mad old boys Did we ever get it together?
Emphysema, heart disease and gout Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers I heard you cleaned your act up you old trout, Saturday groovers Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers
Come on down the battered cross Eno's got some mental floss 'cause every Saturday's a groove Every Saturday's a groove, every Saturday's a groove
Did we ever get it together? Did we ever get it together? Did we ever?