Saturdaze
I got the play on the word 'Saturdays' in my head so I had to build a song around it. That's all. Sort of a Saturday Anthem.
The photo was taken way down a long dirt road - grass median, puddles, mud - in the middle of nowhere in Uruguay. This bra on a fence out there can't be explained any better than it may well be the result of a Saturdaze.
SaturDaze
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I was sleeping happily in my great big bed
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Dreams of sexy things she does, were playing in my head
I rolled over twenty times like a lazy sleepy head
I won’t do a thing today. I’ll stay in bed instead
Eventually, I had to pee, I got up at roughly noon
Stumbled to the toilet bowl, I sat down none too soon
Brewed a tub of Sumatra, I stirred it with a spoon
I stepped outside and scratched my ass, like a cross-eyed Baboon
D E
Saturdays, Saturdays
A F#m
I live for Saturdays
D E
I can do what I want
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When I want, if I want
Pretty soon, it’s nearly two. I don’t have a plan?
The grass is long. The weeds are high. I don’t give a damn
The sun is warm. The chair is soft. I’m happy as a clam
I call my girl and ask her out. She says I’m her man
Saturdays, Saturdays
He lives for Saturdays
He can do what he wants
When he wants, if he wants
Saturdays, Saturdays
We live for Saturdays
We can do what we want
When we want, if we want
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