I was born to start a revolution   It would be my contribution   To a worldwide resurrection      I was born to start a million fires   The joy of man's desires   Was laid in my hand      But I was born a weak and worried thinker   With an eagerness to know myself   That throws it all away   'Cause all I can think of is:      Love   And Saturday   And how the golden road can seize to glare   Oh, man! What if I just don't gave a damn?   -How wonderful!   But after all the worst can't be that bad   Oh, man...What if I knew how to say:   - Stop   - No   - Let go?      - Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue   Who thought he knew   Why some mirrors crack so easily   - Oh now, he ain't got a clue      And every now and then   It seems to me it's come to this   - That promises and prophecies   Was all I had to give   'Cause all I can think of is:      Love   And Saturday   And how the golden road can seize to glare   Oh, man! What if I just don't gave a damn?   -How wonderful!   But after all the worst can't be that bad   Oh, man...What if I knew how to say:   - Stop   - No   - Let go?      Oh, Love...   The worst can't be that bad      Ooooh   Love   And saturday   And how the golden road can seize to glare   Oh, man... What if I just don't gave a damn?   -How wonderful!   But after all the worst can't be that bad   Oh, man      Seems like a joy surrender   Love...