Saturday Night - Fischer-z

When all you dreams come true

The dice roll out for you

And what you say is true

Everyone agrees

When all your nights are days

And all you hear is praise

And you can get away

With anything you chose

That’s my sell-date, sell by Saturday

That’s my sell-date, Sat Sat

Saturday night

When all your words are cruel

You treat me like a fool

I won’t be there for you

To soak up all the blame

That’s my sell-date, sell by Saturday

That’s my sell-date, Sat Sat

Saturday night

You keep on rocking me You keep on knocking me down

You keep on rocking me That’s my sell-date, sell by Saturday

That’s my sell-date, Sat Sat

Saturday night