[Verse 1]
Put a dress on standing up
In the bathroom throwing up
Smelling perfume, 10 o'clock
Nicest shoes on, blister sock
[Pre-Chorus]
If you don't know us
Please get in touch
[Chorus]
Yay
Saturday
Saturday, we've gotta go
(Fuckin' hurry up in the toilet 'cause I think I'm dying)
Head
Stay away
Stay away, don't wanna know
(Waking up at 4 p.m., try to remember how I got in)
Getting drunk with friends
(What's rational and logical can politely stay at home)
Do it all again
(Any kind of lesson learnt won't fit in my tiny purse)
[Verse 2]
Body moving, sticky floor
Think they're looking, let's perform
Legs unsteady, spenny shot
Barman hates me, kinda hot
[Pre-Chorus]
If you don't know us
Tough luck
[Chorus]
Yay
Saturday
Saturday, we've gotta go
(Fuckin' hurry up in the toilet 'cause I think I'm dying)
Head
Stay away
Stay away, don't wanna know
(Waking up at 4 p.m., try to rеmember how I got in)
Getting drunk with friеnds
(What's rational and logical can politely stay at home)
Do it all again
(Any kind of lesson learnt won't fit in my tiny purse)
[Post-Chorus]
Yay
Saturday
Saturday we've gotta go
Yay
Saturday
Saturday, we've gotta go
(Fuckin' hurry up in the toilet 'cause I think I'm dying)
Head
Stay away
Stay away, don't wanna know
(Waking up at 4 p.m., try to remember how I got in)
Getting drunk with friends
[Chorus]
Yay
Saturday
Saturday, we've gotta go
(Fuckin' hurry up in the toilet 'cause I think I'm dying)
Head
Stay away
Stay away, don't wanna know
(Waking up at 4 p.m., try to remember how I got in)
Getting drunk with friends
(What's rational and logical can politely stay at home)
Do it all again
(Any kind of lesson learnt won't fit in my tiny purse)
[Outro]
Okay, so, I go to the toilet, I'm having a lovely time
(Saturday, Saturday, we've gotta go)
Well, I'm just really happy at my situation in life
(Fuckin' hurry up in the toilet 'cause I think I'm dying)
(Head, stay away, stay away, don't wanna know)
And then I stand up and I realise I'm fuckin' wet through
(Waking up at 4 p.m., try to remember how I got in)
And I see the fuckin' seat
(Getting drunk with friends)
There's fuckin'—
(What's rational and logical can politely stay at home)
There's piss all over this seat
(Do it all again)
So now I'm just trying to furiously wipe this random guy's piss of myself
(Any kind of lesson learnt won't fit in my tiny purse)
So yeah, thanks
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