John Cote

Down by the docks, and only after dark
a place we can sneak, to beyond the park
A little tin shack where, lonely lovers meet                   
out on the weekend          
 
She dressed in leather, My jeans are dyed black
The sound of kick drum is, beating in back
I break the line and, pay at the door
The crowd hits the dance floor...
 
It’s Saturday Night, It's all right
Groovin' to the sound o’Big ol' stereo
In she come' walkin'

She knows my name, and I nod my head
she glances over, Nothing is said
She takes my hand  and, pulls me to the floor
The band plays something slower...
                                 
The scents and the laughter filling up the hall
selfies for Tik Tok
She reaches over, pulls on my ear
and whisper dear nothings
                                         
Saturday night, It's all right
It’s Saturday night, doing right
 
Times throughout the week
I feel my world has all but ended
It get's too much  I need that touch
Of her hand to see me thru

It's Saturday Night, we walk out to the park
She take on this habit of, singing after dark
The Party's over, night's just begun
And everyone's playin'...
                                              
Saturday night, I'm  all right
Saturday night, doing  right
Saturday night, such a sight
                                  
Drinkin' pink colladas 'till it gets real light
we're finding our love on a Saturday night
 
Dancin' in the park-  cool Saturday-   oo  ooh oh
Dancin' in the park-   cool Saturday-   ooh oh
lovin'  in the park-   cool Saturday-        ooh oh
walkin' in the park-   cool Saturday-   It’s Saturday night!