Story Behind The Song
I'm sure there are millions of these guys in the world.
Song Description
Hanging out at the club, the band plays its last encore, this fella - try as he might - can't seem to hook up. So he heads back home to smoke some pot. Maybe he'll try again next Saturday.
| Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cross, Nervous |
Subject |
Masculinity |
| Similar Artists |
John Lennon |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
As the last band member
plays the last damn number
guess i'm heading home all alone
(all alone)
i make my way to the curb
i'm kinda feeling disturbed
suppose i'll run on home and get stoned
(so alone)
saturday night
not doing alright
saturday night and that's my life
saturday night
not doing alright
saturday night and don't it bite
well i could probably bang lizzie
but her line is always busy
since she got those braces removed
(guess i'm screwed)
get my ass in the lexus
and for now i'm seeing sex is
just a hobby for some other dude
(yes it's true)
saturday night
not doing alright
saturday night and that's my life
saturday night
not doing alright
saturday night and don't it bite
saturday night and that's my life
saturday night and that's my life