Oh, baron Saturday   Sorrow, he'll show you games to play   He bends his mouth up to your ear   The words won't disappear   He'll take your eyes out for a ride   Through an eyeglass of tears it's not clear      Oh, baron Saturday   White visions black, Mister Malady   'Neath a sky of milk, you're drinking silk   You've fast the runcible spoon   On satin plates, young maidens wait   In the glare of the moon      Baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Your life was cool   Good senses rule   Throw your life away      Baron Saturday   Let him steal your mind away   He'll show you the grave of someone who was saved   From living their life in a year   He'll show you the grave of someone who was saved   From taking his life with a knife      Baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Your life was cool   Good senses rule   Throw your life away      Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Your life was cool   Good senses rule   Throw your life away      Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Except for baron Saturday   Your life was cool   Good senses rule   Throw your life away