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)






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