It's Saturday

Mom I'm dyin'

I'm dizzy and fryin'

My throat hurts

I think I should stay in bed

Cause I got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Think I should stay in bed today

Maybe tomorrow go out and play

It's Saturday

With Ginseng

And fresh squeezed juice

Of wheat-grass

Oh, and some hot chicken soup

That just might keep me alive

A couple days

But I've got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Think I'll join Timothy Leary

In a cryogenic freeze

Next Saturday

Yeah I've got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Shoulda listened when you said beware

Of horny girls with New Jersey hair

Last Saturday

Written by: John Wozniak

Published by: WB Music Corp. & Wozniak Publishing (ASCAP)