Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing that's left for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life for one day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be
So, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

And every morning when I wake up
I wanna be who I couldn't say I'd ever been
But it's so much more than I ever was
If every night I go to sleep knowing
That I gave everything that I had to give
Then it's all I could've asked for
I've been standing up beside everything I've ever said
But, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
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