| Lyrics: | Well the girls are out to bingo And the boys are gettin stinko
We think no more of Inco on a
Sud. Sat. Nite-
The glasses they will tinkle while our eyes begin to twinkle
And we think
no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite.
With Irish Jim O'Connell there & Scotty Jack
McDonald
There's hunky Frederic Herzal gettin tight but dats alright
There's happy German
trixie there with Frenchie gettin tipsy-
And even Joe the gypsy knows its Saturday
tonite-
Ya well Marianne and Mabel come to join us at the table,
And tell us how the
bingo went tonite-We'll lookout right-
That if they won the money we'll be laughin up the honey
boys
Cause everthing is funny for its Saturday tonite..
Solo-
We'll drink the loot we
borrowed and recuperate tomorrow-
Cause everything is wonderful tonite-we had a good
fight-
We ate the deli pickle and we forgot about the nickel
And everybody's tickled for
its Saturday tonite...
The songs that we'll be singin They might be wrong but they'll be
ringin
And now the lights of town are shinin bright-and we're all
right-We'll get to work
on Monday-but tomorrow's only Sun.
And we're out to have a fun day for its Saturday tonite |
