Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)/Pinball Wizard
Elton John & Ray Cooper
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It's getting late, have you seen my mates?
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock, and I wanna rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
Handful of grease in her hair
So, I'm telling you, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
Well, they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for somebody who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me"
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, oh
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday
Saturday night's alright
Oh Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Eeh, Saturday nights alright
Saturday night's alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Eeh, eeh its alright
Oh yeah, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Since I was a young boy I played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton I must've played them all
But I ain't seen nothin' like him in any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean
He plays by intuition, the digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist
A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist
How do you think he does it? I don't know
What makes him so good?
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday
Saturday night's alright
Well, he ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes and bells
Don't see lights a-flashin', he plays by sense of smell
Always has a replay, never tilts at all
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday nights alright
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday night's alright
Saturday night's alright
Saturday night's alright
Eeh, Saturday nights alright
Saturday nights alright
You say it's alright
Saturday night is alright