It's getting late have you seen my mates   Ma tell me when the boys get here   It's seven o'clock and I want to rock   Want to get a belly full of beer      My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys   And my old lady she don't care   My sister looks cute in her braces and boots   A handfull of grease in her hair      Don't give us none of your aggravation   We had it with your discipline   Saturday night's alright for fighting   Get a little action 'round here      Get about as oiled as a diesel train   Gonna set this dance alight   'Cause Saturday night's the night I like   Saturday night's alright alright alright      Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight   I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right   I may use a little muscle to get what I need   I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"      A couple of the sounds that I really like   Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike   I'm a juvenile product of the working class   whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass