Suddenly there's a knock at your head Don't let the music come and try and take your TV set Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a bowl in your hand You've got to try and blow this party trip as far as you cann Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain i swear i heard the floor boards they were creaking your name Get a room get a head get a hat We're going to hell anyway let's travel first class Come to the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fistful of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long They're just trying to put the punk back into punch-a-monk Pe-pe-pe-panic over party off party on cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one Come to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see I wanna love you like crazy those cameras are pointing right in your face Can see into your room from outer space <♪> Come to the city on a Saturday night It's not the size of the nine until five I wanna know what that does I wanna show what matters Cause it's the size of the fire and man That makes the difference to the size of the champ Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the night Come to the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she said it's alright We're getting married when we're thirty Gonna do it on your birthday Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cause you and me we're on the edge of the knife