Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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Ain’t no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Tim: Theres a club in the coast where the kids get lost and no ones gonna stare,
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Chuck t’s bleached jeans and dayglow mowhawk hair, Misfits and homless kids
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all call their home there, Don’t tell me it ain’t real, Don’t you f**kin dare.
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Lars:10 punx pile in the car, Nothin goin on, Turn up the radio cause its my favorite song, Theres a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
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Skins and punx and wayward ones.
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Matt: Nothing can go wrong
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Tim: Do you know what, when I show up, there’s gonna be some f**king action,
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Show me the styles once in a while, that’s the f**king attraction,
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She said I’ma f**k 'em up, that’s the satisfaction,
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Matt: Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,
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Lars: Hey! |
I’m sneaking outside in my neighborhood,
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It was always understood,
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I was running out from the Angels,
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I was a little f**king hood!
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Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
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And didn’t give a f**k if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Everybody: Family turns their back on their son,
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Now we’re all alone,
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Now we ain’t got a home,
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Now we’re among our own!
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll.
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Saturday,
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Where else are you gonna go?
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There’s no way,
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I’m gonna end up at the disco,
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Make my way,
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Through fist fights and stilettos,
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To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll 5
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(fade out) |