It’s Saturday

Mom I'm dying
I'm dizzy and frying
My throat hurts, I think I should stay in bed

'Cuz I've 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
*yodeling*

With ginseng and fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat grass oh and some hot chicken soup
It 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
*yodeling*

Yeah I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Should've listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with New Jersey hair

Last Saturday
*yodeling*