Saturday Satan Sunday Saint

Saturday satan, Sunday saint
 Foolin' your neighbor
 That's what you think
 Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
 Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin
 Old brother Brown all week he steals
 Tells everyone 'bout his big business deals
 The deacon walked by, a dollar hit the plate
 Tryin' to buy himself a ticket to the pearly gates
 Old sister Rose on the very first row
 Been a sittin' right there twenty years or so
 Never hears a word when the preacher speaks
 Too busy talkin' 'bout the bad girl down the street
 Saturday satan, Sunday saint
 Foolin' your neighbor
 That's what you think
 Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
 Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin
 This little song held good advice
 Though some may think that it ain't too nice
 If you're the one who's wearing the shoes
 There's somebody out there and it ain't nobody's fool
 Saturday satan, Sunday saint
 Foolin' your neighbor
 That's what you think
 Readin' the good book, singin' the hymns
 Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin
 Come Monday morning and he's back to a life of sin