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Saturday Saints Lyrics

A lousy day a lousy buck
A traffic jam that's just my luck
Necktie choking out my life
I never even see my wife
There's barely time to say goodnight
Before it starts again
But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round
To hell with kings and presidents tonight we own the town
And for every jar that hits the bar we swear we'll true remain
We may be slaves on Monday but on Saturday we're saints
Four nights a week of overtime
Stretching every nickel and dime
When the hell'd it get so hard
To keep a TV set and a working car
And a couple of bucks to take to the bar
When the weekend finally comes?

But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round...

Economists and politicians
f*** them and their suppositions
All I want is a bit of dough
To buy my kids some newer clothes
And not get laid off so some CEO
Can buy himself a yacht
But it's 1-2-3-4 we'll have another round...
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