Holy Molar

My Saturday Night Fever Turned Into A Sunday Morning Rash

1 Meaning

Add Yours

Q&A

My Saturday Night Fever Turned Into A Sunday Morning Rash Lyrics

I’m turned off. That repression bit’s jazzercized my provocative thesis: Your ass is grass! In fact you’re dead all ready, jerk off! Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness. Yawn! Isn’t it just so weird? Fascinating. The more you ask the less I know. Ancient functions get reprogrammed. Tomorrow sex is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpass audience attendance: The fees of ears for fucking.

Submitted by

thetyrant On Apr 22, 2007

Cavity Search

You’ve Had More Kids Pulled Out Of That Thing Than A Burning Orphanage

The Night Pocahotass Spread Her Land O’ Lakes

Der Werewolf Breath

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Lyrics saved successfully! Thanks!

These lyrics are currently locked and can only be edited by moderators and administrators.

You must be logged in to edit lyrics.

Unable to save lyrics. Please try again.

Lyrics cannot contain links.

Lyric edit submitted successfully and is pending approval. Approvals usually take 24 hours.

Keep it true to the song

Fix what’s wrong, but don’t rewrite what the artist wrote. Stick to the official released version — album booklet, label site, verified lyric video, etc. If you’re guessing, pause and double-check.

Respect the structure

Songs have rhythm. Pages do too. Leave line breaks where they belong. Don’t smash things together or add extra empty space just for looks.

Punctuation counts (but vibe-editing doesn’t)

Correct typos? Yes. Re-punctuating a whole verse because it ‘looks better’? Probably not. Keep capitalization and punctuation close to the official source.

Don’t mix versions

If you’re editing the explicit version, keep it explicit. If it’s the clean version, keep it clean. No mashups.

Let the lyrics be lyrics

This isn’t the place for interpretations, memories, stories, or trivia — that’s what comments are for. Keep metadata, translations, and bracketed stage directions out unless they’re officially part of the song.

Edit lightly

If two lines are wrong… fix the two lines. No need to bulldoze the whole page. Think ‘surgical,’ not ‘remix.’

When in doubt, ask the crowd

Not sure what they’re singing in that fuzzy bridge? Drop a question in the comments and let the music nerds swarm. Someone always knows.

theTyrant

Submitter

2007-04-22 14:01:50

1 Meaning

Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.

Sort by

by theTyrant

19y ago

I give up:

I’m turned off. That repression bit’s jazzercized my provocative thesis: Your ass is grass!

In fact you’re dead all ready, jerk off!

Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness. Yawn! Isn’t it just so weird? Fascinating. The more you ask the less I know. Ancient functions get reprogrammed. Tomorrow sex is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpass audience attendance: The fees of ears for fucking.

Users:

Reply · 0 Share

Questions and Answers

Ask specific questions and get answers to unlock more indepth meanings & facts.