Stand up straight
And teach your young disciples how to mate
The world still loves you, Mr. Saturday
It seems to be your fate
If you take enough your soul will hibernate
Then talk about the kickback, Mr. Saturday
It must be great to be so kind
While just using a fraction of your mind
And then laugh about the others, Mr. Saturday
But live it while you can
You know, I know
Life is going to get the better of you
So you go solo
Be a bad boy now, Mr. Saturday
Don't give up the right to rave
Never, not upon your mothers grave!
But remember you're no spring chicken, Mr. Saturday
You talk of being free
And that love will captivate you just like me
Man, I pity you, Mr. Saturday
You know, I know
Life is going to get the better of you
So you go solo
Be a bad boy now, Mr. Saturday