I wish I could sleep

But I'm tied down, dirty in these borrowed sheets

It's been a week

And I've singing to my feet, yeah

But I won't admit defeat til

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

well come my way…

For your information

I love my demons

Cause they keep me company, yeah

I've grown to love my new routine

But on my better days

Better days, better days



Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies



I wish I could speak

We spend the last half hour in the back room

Celebrating me

And now I feel a little cheap, yeah

But I won't admit defeat til

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

And it's not one of my better days

Better days, better days



Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies

Show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more

A million more



When I grow up, woah

I wanna be famous, woah

And when you grow up, woah

Will you still blame us?



I wish I could sleep

But I'm tied down, dirty in these borrowed sheets

It's been a bitch of a week, yeah



Saturday, Saturday, Saturday



Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies

Show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more

Show a little skin and make a million

Bare a little soul and make a million more