Saturday Night

[Verse 1]
He's gonna get the axe from huh
What would ya say to seein' a
Pitcha?
How does the combination of
Johnny Mack Brown and Bessie Love
Hitcha?
The moon's like a million-watt electric light—
It shines up the city as it climbs
And I gotta spend another Saturday night
At home with the Sunday Times
Moonlight on Flatbush Avenue
That's what I call a lovely view

[Chorus]
So what can you do
On a Saturday night—alone?
Who needs a view
On a Saturday night—alone?
If it's a Saturday night
And you are single
You sit with a paper and fight
The urge is to mingle
And home is a place
Where you gotta go back—alone
Home is a place
Where the future looks black—alone
I like the Sunday Times all right
But not in bed—
Alive and alone on a Saturday night
Is dead

[Verse 2]
Here's a revival of "Ben-Huh"
Goes on at nine-fifteen at the
Cushman
So when I got my mind on sex
Who gives a damn for Francis X
Bushman?
The moon's like an overloaded Moxie sign
It shines at you friendly and bright
And I got my buddies and my buddies are fine—
But not on a Saturday night!
Johnny Mack Brown and Bessie Love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love

[Chorus]
So what can you do
On a Saturday night—alone?
Who needs a view
On a Saturday night—alone?
If it's a Saturday night
And you are single
You sit with a paper and fight
The urge to mingle
And home is a place
Where you gotta go back—alone
Home is a place
Where the future looks black—alone
Alone would be different any other night instead
But we're on our own
On a Saturday night
With no one to phone
On a Saturday night
And when you're alone
On a Saturday night
You might as well be dead!