Saturday Night Songtext

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I hear the barley calling my name
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So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.
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Where the welcome mat hurries me in
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A pint glass awaits to drown my sins
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Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass.
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Seeing my reflection, seeing my past
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Sitting at the same bar, playing that same game
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Drinking that same beer, killing that same pain
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Well little Mikey was only 16
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He's on top of the punk rock scene
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Rasing his fist for a political fight
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And he can't do wrong and only a right
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And his mother can't tell him
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No one can tell him
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He wagered this war he's gonna win the fight
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Thirty years later, still singing for tonight
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[Chorus]
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Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission.
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The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud!
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Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! We've got to do it right!
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Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Tonight's the night!
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The clock strikes 12, the sun has gone down
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The party's risin' up, risin' up in your hometown
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And the spirit's in the street, and the fire's in their eyes and
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They're living for the moment, their passion never dies
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And she looks him in the face, she said she would never leave and
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Her whispers still haunt him and he still believes
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[Chorus]
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We'll go to the bottom of every bottle
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The end of theline on every story
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Those times we miss, those times we reminisce
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Those were the good old days
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I hold in heart and cherish. Never forget
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[Chorus]
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Tonight's the night we've gotta do it right!
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The clock strikes 12, the sun's gone down
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The party's rises up, risin' up in Burlington.
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Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission.
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The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight we gotta do it right!
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Jersey Saturday Night songtext