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I just can’t stick the routine, all mixed up. Know what I mean?. Yeah it seems there’s no incentive - if there was I’d just resent it anyway.
Chorus: Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night, I’m looking forward to Saturday, Saturday. Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night, I’m looking forward to Saturday, Saturday. S-s-s-Saturday night. S-s-s-Saturday night
Only time I do what I like, apart from Nellie’s on a Friday night. Let me touch you where it feels right. I can guarantee a good night, yeah.
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Sax solo
Monday night discuss the weekend, Wednesday night discussing it ends. But on Friday what a good day, and it’s also “end of school” day, yeah.
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Billy said she was standing there with a guy who he hadn’t seen. She told me she was staying in. Somebody tell me what does this mean?
Chorus: Maybe she was lying. Should I now be crying? Someone out there tell me what to do. What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do?
My friends said she would let me down, “Look around for another girl”. Shall I do what they told me to, get a new girl and forget about her?
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Sax solo
So, I got hooked on someone new, had a good time and forgot about her. Lying alone and wondering “does she still love me?”, but I don’t care.
Chorus: I’m her yesterday man. Well, my friends, that’s what I am. I’m her yesterday man. Well, my friends, that’s what I am. That’s what I am, her yesterday man.
Please tell me something, have you met an angel, someone too lovely to live on earth. Yesterday I thought I met an angel, she wasn't worth all she seemed to be worth. Oh, what a fool I have been. I was sure taken in.
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Some are the good kind, some are the bad kind, some of the others are in between. All that I can say is she is the worst kind. Well I think you know just what I mean. Yet for all that I say, I'll take her back any day.
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Sax break
Chorus x 2
So you think you’ve got lovely eyes? Well, let me tell you something: I really do despise the way you flash your eyes at him.
Chorus: Oh, the twinkle in your eye! I don’t know why you do it. Oh, who’s the other guy? Are you thinking… are you thinking… are you thinking of doing the same?
So you think that you’ve got it made ‘cos you’ve got me right under your thumb? But look at it another way: who’s gonna love you when you’ve already got someone?
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So you think it’ll work out fine if you can get rid of me? But little lady, I don’t mind. I’ve got a woman of my own. She really wants me.
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Oh.
Look around the room to the centre of attraction. Your eyes come round to the fool who tries to be in on the action.
Chorus: There’s always a fool who hangs around the crowd. Trying to be cool but he always talks, he always talks too loud.
Sitting on the barstool, smoking Menthol More. Wearing tinted Lookers and spitting onto the floor.
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Bridge: He never seems to change, you’re always in his range. This world is full of foolish men. He never seems to change, you’re always in his range. This world is full of foolish men.
Sax solo
Arms around the women, reeking from the armpits. The soft lights are dimming, but he walks alone back to his digs
Chorus:
Bridge:
Fool is me. Fool is me. Fool is me. Fool is me.
Fool.
The arrow through my head don’t hurt me it only breaks my heart.. My friends, and senses, all desert me and leave me in the dark. But, as I kiss the tears from your cheek, your nails dig in like knives. Did you think I’d be so weak as the morning turns to night?
Through fallen trees, I cut my way. My legs are bleeding hard. Someone lies in wait for me but I am on my guard. I know who the bandit is now, I recognise the knives. Did you think I’d be so weak as the morning turns to night?
Chorus: Nails and knives – I never wanna see you. Nails and knives – Now I’m gonna leave you. Nails and knives – I never wanna see you. Nails and knives – Now I’m gonna leave you. Your nails are sharp as knives, they cut into my sides, they tear my heart open wide.
You think you’ve bought the winning hand, but I still hold the ace. You dream that you’re the Queen of Hearts, that I must be your Knave. I remember kissing tears from your cheek, your nails dug in like knives. Did you think I’d be so weak as the morning turned to night?
Chorus:
Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives. Nails and Knives.
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