Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting/Take Me to the Pilot (Elton John cover)

It's gettin' late
Have you seen my mates
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
It's seven-o-clock and I want to rock
Wanna get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
And a handful of grease in her hair
So don't give us none of yer aggravation
We've had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm lookin' for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I sink a little drink and shout "She's with me!"
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sound of a sixpack and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
No, don't give us none of yer aggravation
We've had it with yer discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
I get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
I can't wait for Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright!