It's Saturday

Mom I'm dyin'

I'm dizzy and fryin'

My throat hurts

I think I should stay in bed

Cause I got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Think I should stay in bed today

Maybe tomorrow go out and play

It's Saturday

With Ginseng

And fresh squeezed juice

Of wheat-grass

Oh, and some hot chicken soup

That just might keep me alive

A couple days

But I've got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Think I'll join Timothy Leary

In a cryogenic freeze

Next Saturday

Yeah I've got some kind of disease

And there are no remedies

Should a listened when you said beware

Of horny girls with New Jersey hair

Last Saturday