Saturday Night (Pale Young Gentlemen)

Cold black tires chase telephone wires And oh, I drive to work I trust my best years To the fits and fires of warring gears And oh, I drive to work Follow the road and do what you're told Sing us a song and then run along I'm happy where I am Oh, Saturday night Take me in your arms I flash a smile to my friends in the car Oh, Saturday night Oh, Saturday night What a friend you are I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms Oh, Saturday night Life begs money So does my honey So I drive to work I'm happy where I am Oh, Saturday night Take me in your arms I flash a smile to my friends in the car Oh, Saturday night Oh, Saturday night What a friend you are I'm falling prey to your drink and your charms Oh, Saturday night Oh, Saturday night Oh, Saturday night