Lyrics & Music: A. Smith, G. Frost
Well bright city night like some gaudy red neon
Strange painted ladies and men who are women
We promise drinks…. [??] sweetly
Communal lovers only need a weekly
Well some break it down to laws and numbers
Others living out not […..?] slumbers
This is the city its dark and its cold
Well Saturday night you can feel so old
Saturday love and it don’t mean a thing
Saturday love and it don’t mean a thing
If you wake up alone
There’s no such thing as Saturday love
Scenes on the main street
Can tear you apart
You separate reason
Cold solar pane heart
Looking for lovin’ on a Saturday night
The thought of paying is jettisoned, [all] right
In this town they run themselves ragged
Living and breathing…[…?????.]
Street painted night [……??] alone
Just one more love lost nine to five ….clone
(well) Saturday love and it don’t mean a thing
Saturday love and it don’t mean a thing
There’s no such thing as Saturday love
There’s no such thing as Saturday love
Chorus Repeat
There’s no such thing as Saturday love
There’s no such thing as Saturday love
Well there’s no such thing
As Saturday love
There’s no such thing as Saturday love…
(Yeah. Suppose we had to play that once in the night. OK, let’s go…)
