Lyric It s Saturday

Mom I m dyin
I m dizzy and fryin
My throat hurts
I think I should stay in bed

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
Maybe tomorrow go out and play
It s Saturday

With Ginseng
And fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat-grass
Oh, and some hot chicken soup
That just might keep me alive
A couple days

But I ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I ll join Timothy Leary
In a cryogenic freeze
Next Saturday

Yeah I ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Shoulda listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with New Jersey hair
Last Saturday

Written by: John Wozniak
Published by: WB Music Corp. & Wozniak Publishing (ASCAP)