Sunshine coming in through my window, painting patterns upon the pillow
Draw the blind, just in time
Trying to wake up but minds still foggy, someone pour me another coffee
Strong and black, half a sack

Chorus:
Hey!, every Saturday
Get up late but it's okay
Nothing changes on her face, nothing changes

Screw around town but my heads still aching,serves me right for the
Things I'm taking
Chilean wine, suits me fine
Later on bump into Paul and Bronwin, does anyone fancy a drink or something
Seven ten, start again

Chorus

Hey !, every Saturday
Get up late but it's okay
Nothing changes on her fate, nothing changes
Chorus and verses to fade :
Get your body to San Francisco, (?) and a must go Tesco, (?) alfresco,
Pasta queck (?) and a dash of pesto