Happy Saturday Songtext
von Ben Weasel

I get shattered every time you leave and I′m left spinning all around. Happy Saturday - what's it matter if I′m all alone since you're not here to drag me down. When I'm left here to my own devices I struggle to get to my feet. I′m tired of all the surprises: All roads lead to tragedy. Happy Saturday - oh no can it be that finally you′ve gone away for good this time. Happy Saturday - at the count of three let go at last and let me have some peace of mind. It's all become very confusing; I′m trying to sort it all out. One thing that's clear is you′re losing - is that what you're on about? In the Garden of Eden baby, don′t you know that I'm changing all the locks. One is happy and two's a crowd. You don′t know when opportunity might knock and rock your world in unimagined ways. I′m off the clock saluting those about to rock. It's not a lot but it ain′t noise pollution baby. Now if you're finished confessing you can just turn it around. I′m silently counting my blessings. I think you know your way out.