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I work all day Monday at the factory and then
Iâm up Tuesday morning to do it again
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, canât wait for the end
Can't wait to meet the Saturday man
Canâ waiâ de meeâ de Saturday Man
My blouse is too low and my skirt is too high
The landlady stares but she never ask why
As I walk out de door, wave my work week goodbye
And go off de meet thee Saturday Man
Canâ waiâ de meet de Saturday Man
I wai' on de corner of Larson anâ Wales
He come up to meet me in his top hat anâ tails
He say Mademoiselle anâ de bystanders pale
Iâm going out witâ de Saturday Man
Canâ waiâ de meeâ de Saturday Man
We hop in his Packard anâ we go for a ride
And pass by a cop pushing seventy-five
I never felt so scared nor felt so alive
As when Iâm out with de Saturday Man
Canâ waiâ de meet de Saturday Man
A puff of the reefer anâ a shot a de booze
A nose full of coke anâ a head full a blues
Dey already feel like deyâre yesterdayâs news
Iâm going out with de Saturday Man
Canâ waiâ de meet de Saturday Man
He got me like measles it makes for a fun day
Until I wake up anâ well + itâs Sunday
But still itâs okay cuz I know that one day
Iâll just stay out with de Saturday Man
Stay out wit' de Saturday Man