Mr. Saturday

Stand up straight
And teach your young disciples how to mate
The world still loves you, Mr. Saturday

It seems to be your fate
If you take enough your soul will hibernate
Then talk about the kickback, Mr. Saturday

It must be great to be so kind
While just using a fraction of your mind
And then laugh about the others, Mr. Saturday

But live it while you can

You know, I know
Life is going to get the better of you
So you go solo
Be a bad boy now, Mr. Saturday

Don't give up the right to rave
Never, not upon your mothers grave!
But remember you're no spring chicken, Mr. Saturday

You talk of being free
And that love will captivate you just like me
Man, I pity you, Mr. Saturday

You know, I know
Life is going to get the better of you
So you go solo
Be a bad boy now, Mr. Saturday