The Essex Green - Saturday Lyrics
If you want to see the sunThen son you better get upAnd daughter if you never liveNow's the time to startPut a ribbon in your hairTo save yourself from harmO Saturday, SaturdayNever a time for restThe wolves are howling at the doorWould you kindly look your bestChildren take your mother's handAnd meet me at the gateYour father is packing up our thingsHe does the best he canBut wanting all the best in lifeCan leave a broken manO Sunday, SundayNever a moment of peaceThe neighbors they are laughing nowA leather stocking street