Well I'm out on the dance floor having a good time

Dancing with a girl who is not mine

Her beau gets mad and we shake hands

And leave that barn as only best friends can

Ciderville Saturday Night.



Sneak out to the car for to smoke a little wood

Makes the band sound better and the girls look good

Just two sips from a Fort Marx jar

Keeps the bass sound round and the banjo sharp

Ciderville Saturday Night.



On Saturday night the only thing I pray

Is that my baby looks right and the cops the other way

I'm headed back home to my own time

With a CD changer and a strip mall shine

A Saturday night.

Another Ciderville Saturday night.