Whine, oh whine
Oh, why, oh why
Take this child out of my hands
I would like to lie in my bed like I don't have a plan
I remember Sundays when
We'd roll around in bed
'Till we got so hungry that
We'd have to face the world
But now there's a little hand
Pulling us out
At 6 a.m.
Oh, how grand it'll be
On Saturdays
I remember evenings when we'd
Eat and drink and dance
8 p.m. was only the beginning, not the end
But now there's a little hand
Pulling us out
At 6 a.m.
Oh, how grand it'll be
On Saturdays