Saturday morning I wake up
my eyes are still red
Saturday morning I wake up
my eyes are still red
from the dust of the friday demons
from the dust of the friday demons
But now the sun is shining
and the heat is rising in me
I'm the wise and wildest rider
against the truth
for nothing is true
for nothing is true
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me
Come on baby I light your fire
and hand in hand we're
going higher
we meet the people
with the say - it - all smile
long before I must die
long before I must die
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me
Saturday morning I wake up
my ears are still deaf
Saturday morning I wake up
my ears are still deaf
from the screams of the
friday demons
from the screams of the
friday demons
But now the sun is shining
and the heat is rising in me
I'm the wise and wildest rider
against the truth
for nothing is true
for nothing is true
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting
Happy times are waiting for me