Herman Brood & His Wild Romance - Saturday Night Lyrics

Lyrics Saturday Night - Herman Brood & His Wild Romance



The neon light of the open-all-night
Was just in time replaced by the magic appearance of a new day
While- Melancholic Reno was crawlin' on his back
Just In- front of the supermarket doorway, child
Hey, girls of the cold summer night
As they stood on the corner
As the man passed by and asked us
What we do and what we need
As he pointed his big fat finger
To the people hangin' 'round
At the corner of the- other side of street, mom
Well, oh well... sir...
Doin' nothin'
Just hangin' around
What do you mean, doin' nothing, son?
Somebody had to hit him to the ground
Doin' nothin'
Just hangin' around
His head all busted, lookin' just a little too wild, child
(I) just can't wait
(I) just can't wait
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
(I) just can't wait
(I) just can't wait
(Saturday night)
Melancholic Reno
Crawlin' on his back
(Saturday night) sittin' out in front of the supermarket- door
Under neon light of the open-all-night (Saturday night)
Just in time we played-
When the magic appearance of a- (Saturday night)
Beautiful soul
I knew that you were out, on the juice, boy
Shoot, just to kill some misses
(Saturday night) When I crawl, I wanna drown
And I'm on the clag, Sunday
In front of the supermarket
The neon light of the open-all-night
Jimmy doesn't mean it, as he plays this
(Saturday night) better take care with the Krauts or the Belgians
At the corner of the... man standin'... (I steal) right in front of... (I promise)
(Saturday night) I had to hit him to the ground
Hit him, hit him, hit him...
You know, when...? You know (prrrrr!)
And cha-cha-cha
(I) just can't wait
(Saturday night) can't wait
(Saturday night) You know, they call it clear
A common woman drags neon light
(And I saw it your side) on...
(Saturday night) You know I can't, Rita
Oh, just in time replaced...
By the neon light of the open-all-night
Just hangin' (a-cha-cha) 'round (cha)
Cha, (sat-) had to (sat-) hit him (Saturday) to the ground (night)
I had to hit him (satur-)
I just can't wait, mom (Saturday night)



Writer(s): Hermanus Brood, D Lademacher


Herman Brood & His Wild Romance - Shpritsz
Album Shpritsz
date of release
06-10-1978




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