Saturday

Sunshine coming in through my window Painting patterns upon the pillow Draw the blind Just in time Try to wake up but mind's still foggy Someone pour me another coffee Strong and black Half a sack Hey, every Saturday Get up late but it's okay Nothing changes, I'm afraid Nothing changes Screw around town but my head's still aching Serves me right for the things I'm taking Chilean wine Suits me fine Later on bump into Paul and Bronwin Does anyone fancy a drink or something? Seven-ten Start again Hey, every Saturday Get up late but it's okay Nothing changes, I'm afraid Nothing changes Rock your body to San Francisco Follow me into the Risco Disco Get along, we can find alfresco Dusty quilt and a dash of pesto