Saturday

Thank you much for calling me
 But my hand's already trembling
 I'm just trying to politely
 Ask you to excuse my misbehavior
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 I've brought too many drinks with me
 And a ten ton bucket of gasoline
 But I'm dressed for the occasion
 So I'm staying till it's done or til I'm thrown
 
 And I don't think people here mess around
 They're saying we both need to get out of here
 Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four
 We really do got to go
 Oh, these old stairs have turned on me
 And my boots untied and I've clipped my wings
 I'm just tryin' to arrive in such a manner
 So as not to look alone
 Oh, well I do
 And I don't think people here mess around
 They're saying we both need to get out of here
 Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four
 We really do got to go
 And I don't think people here mess around
 They're saying we both need to get out of here
 Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four
 We really do got to go
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 Don't get caught up in holding on
 If you can't let go