(Bruce Stephens)

All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog

Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug

Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore

Come on Saturday freedom open up your door.

(One day a week just isn't enough.)

Evening's at the bus stop

With the traffic lights so red

While the day's ships hunger

Faces filled with dread

At tomorrow's sunrise

Each must resume his task

Do they break my soul Medusa

I just gotta ask.

(One day a week just isn't enough.)

Saturday Freedom always soon fades

Do me a favor, Please stay away

Saturday freedom, six days to behold

Don't leave so quickly, You never grow old.

Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh

Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh

Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh

Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh!

I think that it's mistaken to say freedom's
unsold

And if you feel the same way too, Truth is never
told

I can't wait, We just gotta have it

Hey, but it's free

Come on Saturday freedom

Give my girl to me.

(One day a week just isn't enough.)

Saturday Freedom always soon fades

Do me a favor, Please stay away

Joys of the kill are ours to hold

Saturday freedom, mine to behold

Saturday freedom, six days to behold

Don't leave so quickly, Never grow old

Saturday freedom seven days a week

Saturday freedom seven days a week

I want it, Saturday freedom seven days a week

Saturday freedom seven days a week

Saturday freedom seven days a week

Gimme Saturday freedom seven days a week

Saturday freedom seven days a week

Saturday freedom seven days a week.