Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go
Ain't no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stare,
Yeah, sharp T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids call their home there,
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you f*cking dare!
Yeah, ten punk pile in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up my radio, 'cause it's my favorite song,
There's a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
Skins and punk, and wayward ones,
Nothing could go wrong!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some f*cking action,
Show me the styles once in a while, that's the f*cking attraction,
She said I'ma f*ck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,
Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,
Hells Angels ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little f*cking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
And didn't give a f*ck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Family turns their back on their son,
Now we're all alone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
Rancid - Spirit Of 87 Lyrics
Rancid - Spirit Of 87 Lyrics
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English
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go
Ain't no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stare,
Yeah, sharp T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids call their home there,
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you f*cking dare!
Yeah, ten punk pile in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up my radio, 'cause it's my favorite song,
There's a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
Skins and punk, and wayward ones,
Nothing could go wrong!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some f*cking action,
Show me the styles once in a while, that's the f*cking attraction,
She said I'ma f*ck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,
Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,
Hells Angels ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little f*cking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
And didn't give a f*ck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Family turns their back on their son,
Now we're all alone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
Where else are you gonna go
Ain't no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stare,
Yeah, sharp T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids call their home there,
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you f*cking dare!
Yeah, ten punk pile in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up my radio, 'cause it's my favorite song,
There's a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
Skins and punk, and wayward ones,
Nothing could go wrong!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some f*cking action,
Show me the styles once in a while, that's the f*cking attraction,
She said I'ma f*ck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,
Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,
Hells Angels ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little f*cking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
And didn't give a f*ck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Family turns their back on their son,
Now we're all alone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
Writer: CARLOCK DAVID WALTER, LARS FREDERIKSEN, TIM ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Performed By: Rancid
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: CARLOCK DAVID WALTER, LARS FREDERIKSEN, TIM ARMSTRONG