saturday and we sleep late   usually we're up by eight   a swim it calls, a swim awaits   no work to do today   strange how you would stray   and drink and such odd things   this is what the city brings      (doo-doo-doo)      evening calls and old folks fall   the phone is ringing down the hall   i told my friends not to call   that you were getting well   you still refuse to tell   where you'd been out so long   coming home at dawn      (doo-doo-doo)      lately I'm forgotten here   isolated, feeling queer   when you were looking in the mirror   did you see the future's lies   they march right on in time   and straight into the pool   oh so quick and cool