A Mocking Bird Saturday Night

Saturday night
pretty people
pour into town
dressing up
they strut, they hang a round
some come driving daddy’s car
some come strolling hand in hand
all the cool people come to hear
The Mocking Bird band
‘cause it’s Saturday night.

Saturday night
your telephone
begins to ring
there’s no answer
I guess I’ll talk to your machine
why you sit at home alone girl?
you know that ain’t right
dress yourself all up pretty
come on down to cafe nine
they got the Mocking Bird band
and it’s Saturday night.

Saturday night
and everything’s
tight shut down
empty streets
beer cans blowin’ round
come on hop in my car
we can talk we can ride
I know just the right place girl
to catch a sweet sunrise
say ‘bye ‘bye Saturday night.



©James Velvet