Its Saturday

<br>Mom Im dyin<br><br>Im dizzy and fryin<br><br>My throat hurts<br><br>I think I should stay in bed<br><br><br><br>Cause I got some kind of disease<br><br>And there are no remedies<br><br>Think I should stay in bed today<br><br>Maybe tomorrow go out and play<br><br>Its saturday<br><br><br><br>With ginseng<br><br>And fresh squeezed juice<br><br>Of wheat-grass<br><br>Oh, and some hot chicken soup<br><br>That just might keep me alive<br><br>A couple days<br><br><br><br>But Ive got some kind of disease<br><br>And there are no remedies<br><br>Think Ill join timothy leary<br><br>In a cryogenic freeze<br><br>Next saturday<br><br><br><br>Yeah Ive got some kind of disease<br><br>And there are no remedies<br><br>Shoulda listened when you said beware<br><br>Of horny girls with new jersey hair<br><br>Last saturday<br><br><br><br>Written by: john wozniak<br><br>Published by: wb music corp. &amp; wozniak publishing (ascap)