Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting Pink Lincolns

It's getting late, have you seen my mates?
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock, and I wanna rock
Wanna get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don't care
My sister looks cute completely nude
With a handful of grease in her hair

Don't give us none of your aggravation
Had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright
Oo-oo-oo-ooh

Packed pretty tight in here tonight
Looking for a tramp who can see me right
I could use a little muscle to get what I need
I can take a little drink and shout out, "She's with me!"
A couple of the 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
Ooh