She takes the bus ride down Kinsella Street
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Past The Queens Head and The Barrel Of Wheat
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Rides the top deck 'til she'll reach the parade
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And the penny arcade
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Puts on an apron at the foot of the stairs
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And a band of gold that ties back her hair
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She bought a magazine about the stars on TV
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She's gonna read with her tea
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And she might share some spare conversation
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About the weather and the world far outside
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As she lays out the place mats
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And brushes the doormat
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And swings the sign around to open the cafe
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And Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
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Thursdays and Friday's so sad, so sad
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But come Saturday girl, I'm on top of the world
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The moment she steps through that door
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She's got a smile like a rainbow in the grey
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And a laugh that'd make a misery's day
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And all the customers they think she's a hoot
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Yeah and the boys think she's cute
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And when we close up
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She sings along to the jukebox
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"I just need somebody, I need someone to love"
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And then she climbs on the table top
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Swinging her dishmop
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And I wish I had the courage and I could say
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Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
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Thursdays and Friday's so sad, so sad
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She's my Saturday girl, I'm on top of the world
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Yeah it's the one day I feel like a king
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It's Saturday, it's Saturday
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Saturday, it's Saturday, it's Saturday
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The moment she steps through that doorˇ¦..
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Saturday Girl
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| Leo Sayer |
