Another Saturday morning I feel lonely once more
Doesn't make sense to get up I don't know what for
Where's the girl from last night I thought she would stay
She was quite a challenge that's the least I can say
Do the six Moscow Mules make my head ache
No matter what all I need is a break
My legs feel like rubber my throat it is sore
There's one thing for sure I can't do this no more
I will not keep these habits don't give a f*** what one says
I gotta give up this lifestyle no more Saturdays
Many people I know think it's good as it is
All I know is that I don't need more days like this
They say a Saturday morning is lovely and nice
I know I hate my guts I don't have to think twice
To the café have breakfast and watch all passers-by
I see them busy and hustling see them low see them high
But am I really the watcher or do people watch me
They've seen me for years now how sad can it be
I will not keep these habits don't give a f*** what one says
I gotta give up this lifestyle no more Saturdays
It is the same breakfast same time and same place
The café and a bookstore rule my Saturday pace
I gotta go to the store takes two hours to skip through
All the new books since last week what else could I do
I think there might be some live music tonight
I know I can't sleep alone on a Saturday night
I'll give someone a call if nobody calls me
We'll have red wine and music there's a reason to be
I guess I'll keep these habits don't give a f*** what one says
I just can't give up this lifestyle for a few more Saturdays