Saturday Girl

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