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Beautiful soul music comin'
out of the jukebox.
Chicks dressed to kill,
Surrounded by the boys like bees on the honey.
Some do, some don't, some never will.
Freezin' night. As we stood
on the corner,
There's a man dressed fine; asked us what we do and what we know.
Cold and freezin', there's a man passed by,
Asked us what we do and what do we know.
Doin' nothin'. Just hangin'
round.
What do you mean, doin' nothin'? Just diggin' sounds.
Doin' nothin'. Just hangin' round.
His eyes were shinin', lookin' just a little more wise.
I just can't wait.
I just can't wait.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
I just can't wait.
I just can't wait.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Beautiful soul music comin' out of the jukebox.
Saturdaynight.
Chicks dressed to kill, surrounded by the boys.
I said, they're never gonna
do it, those little bad girls,
They form the big city girls.
Move into the light if you're open all night
Though we just can't find a place like Saturdaynight.
Like colts in the meadow, to the milk they've got,
Movin' to it. Saturdaynight.
Beautiful soul music comin'
out of the jukebox.
Chicks dressed to kill,
Surrounded by the boys like bees on the honey.
Some do and some don't, some never will.
I just can't wait.
I just can't wait.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
Saturdaynight.
I said, they're never gonna
do it, those little bad girls,
They form the big city girls.
Move into the light if you're open all night
Though we just can't find a place like Saturdaynight.
Like colts in the meadow, to the milk they've got,
They're movin' to the beat. Saturdaynight.
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