Blue Cheer

(Bruce Stephens)
All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog
Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug
Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore
Come on Saturday freedom open up your door.
(One day a week just isn't enough.)
Evening's at the bus stop
With the traffic lights so red
While the day's ships hunger
Faces filled with dread
At tomorrow's sunrise
Each must resume his task
Do they break my soul Medusa
I just gotta ask.
(One day a week just isn't enough.)
Saturday Freedom always soon fades
Do me a favor, Please stay away
Saturday freedom, six days to behold
Don't leave so quickly, You never grow old.
Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh
Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh
Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh