You know it's Saturday

Curtains drawn and the shoes are off

City Catcalls from the street

And you're wrapped up in a robe

Reading Nabokov

8 Million in the Summer heat

City rise to the disco beat

Insomnia in concrete

And you're curled up on the couch

Falling fast asleep

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

Where the girls know how to have fun

Another Saturday

Bright lights of the TV on

Yellow cab calls from the street

And motionless intensifies

8 Million in the Summer heat

City writhes to the disco beat

Insomnia in concrete

And you're curled up on the couch

Falling fast asleep

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

Where the girls know how to have fun

And it's alright

Maybe one more

It's only fair

What could it hurt

Just one more night

Maybe one more

It's only fair

What could it hurt

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

Where the girls know how to have fun

Just one more night

Maybe one more

It's only fair

What could it hurt

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

I want to go to there

Where the girls know how to have fun