Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting Verbal Abuse

It's getting late, have you seen my mates?
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
'Cause it's seven o'clock and I wanna rock
Wanna get a belly full of beer

My old man's a-drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don't care
My sister's looking cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair-ah

So, don't give us none of your aggravation
I've had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Try-a set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

We're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly to see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
And drink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

The only two sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass