Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting Flotsam and Jetsam

It's getting late haven't seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I wanna mosh
Wanna get my belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a bar full of whinos
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

[Chorus:]
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We've had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a bitch who will see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little Jack and shout out: 'she's with me'
A couple of 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