Songs About Saturday Night

[lilchi721]

Jonti

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
It's time to say goodbye
Let me tell you, now, goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
It's time to say goodbye

Ah, all night long you've been drinking your tequilla rye
But now you've sucked your lemon peel dry
So why not get high, high, high and
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
It's time to say goodbye

Goodnight sweet ladies, all ladies goodnight
It's time to say goodbye, bye-bye
Ah, we've been together for the longest time
But now it's time to get high
Come on, let's get high, high, high
And goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight

Oh, I'm still missing my other half
Oh, it must be something I did in the past
Don't it just make you wanna laugh
It's a lonely Saturday night

Oh, nobody calls me on the telephone
I put another record on my stereo
But I'm still singing a song of you
It's a lonely Saturday night

Now, if I was an actor or a dancer that was glamorous
Then, you know, an amorous life would soon be mine
But now the tinsel light of star break
Is all that's left to applaud my heart break
And eleven o'clock I watch the network news

Oh, oh, oh, something tells me that you're really gone
You said we could be friends, but that's not what's not what I want
And, anyway, my TV-dinner's almost done
It's a lonely Saturday night
I mean to tell you, it's a lonely Saturday night
One more word, it's a lonely Saturday night

 

[lilchi721]

Jimmy Buffett covers Sam Cooke

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

w/ Lindsey Buckingham

Mmm, yeah
Tell me, what's the good of a Saturday night
When there's no one to hold you, treat you right?
Tell me, what's the use of a Saturday night
When you're left all alone by the TV light?
There's nothing to do but just hang around
An empty apartment's such a lonely sound
So tell me, where's the party?
Yeah, where's the party?

Mmm, yeah, where's the party?
Tell me, where's the party?
Lately I've been thinking 'bout yesterday
And all of the good times that went away
It must be a month of Saturday nights
Since we all got together and danced all night
I sure never thought it would ever end
I'll get on the phone and call up my friends
And say, where's the party?
Where's the party?
Tell me, where's the party?
Mmm, where's the party?
Tell me!
Tell me, what's the good of a Saturday night
When there's no one to hold you, treat you right?
Tell me, what's the use of a Saturday night
When you're left all alone by the TV light?
There's nothing to do but just hang around
An empty apartment's such a lonely sound
Tell me, where's the party?
Where's the party?

Mmm, yeah, where's the party?
Ohh yeah, where's the party?
Mmm, yeah

 

[lilchi721]

Were Gonna Go Fishin Next Saturday Night

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

R.I.P. Walter Becker.

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de li
Here we go loop de loop
On a Saturday night

We're having a party
Ev'rybody's havin' a great time
All the gang's here and a-dancin'
Yeah I'm loopin' with a baby of mine

Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de li
Here we go loop de loop
On a Saturday night

Darling are you ready
To loop a loop loop with me
Start right there
Wait just a minute until I count to three

Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de li
Here we go loop de loop
On a Saturday night

 

[lilchi721]

Lonestar

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]

Sandi Thom

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Duke Ellington cover......awesome version...

 

[lilchi721]

Billy Currington

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Al Stewart


In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night
I came to your flower show, blown like a kite
And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights
On the altar
And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men
Of county society they came and they went
With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events
For the fall

But ain't it all just like Jesus
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?

Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door
Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor
As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free
Forward together
And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord
Sold the communing commuters the word
With LPs of Mary and photos of God
In the hall

But ain't it all just like Jesus
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]

"Where Did Robinson Crusoe Go with Friday on Saturday Night "

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Back in double-o-seven
Miss M was queen
She could roll like a pro rolls
When she was seventeen

Whether straight or hammered
She was the best in town
When she released a red ball
All the pins fall down

Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
Were still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night

Your move to the lane, child
Played on my heartstrings
With your long skinny legs, child
And your hoop ear-rings

When the stakes are sky high
That's when you always shine
The ball would ride a moonbeam
Down the inside line

Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
Were still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night

And then, the night
Something came upon
You were the sad hurricane
And knew someone
Had played with your heart

Ran into the dark street
At University Place
Cab came up so fast that
We saw your laughing face

Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
Were still bowling
Every Saturday night

Sometimes on a league night
I catch a scent again

We drop the seven down

Can't you hear the balls rumble?
Can't you hear the balls rumble
Miss Marlene
Were still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night
Every Saturday night
Every Saturday night
Every Saturday night
Every Saturday night