John Waite - Saturday Night

Workin' overtime
Just to keep myself from getting sacked
Well I don't like my job
Tell the boss to shove it
I ain't goin' back
Just like Gene Vincent
I'm longing to prove
I know what I need this time
Me and my girl together
Yeah
Saturday night
Oh yeah
Saturday night
Lookin' at my watch Tappin' my fingers
Wishin' time would fly
Gonna look so sharp
She and I will turn some heads as we walk by
And just like Vermeer
I wait for still life to move out of my mind
Tonight
I might suddenly all feel better
Saturday night
Oh yeah
Saturday night
Ow
And I feel like the rain on the edge of a rhyme
On the streets I'll shine