I stagger out of the cab door

My vomit hits the pavement floor

I manage to put my keys in my door lock

I stare blearily at my hall clock

Only 1 in the morning, not an all nighter

I get out a cigarette and try to start my lighter

I’m bumbling and mumbling as I sway

‘Damn, won’t this lighter flame stay?’

Everything is moving as I try to stand still

I walk into the kitchen but not of my free will

I’m almost in a trance

You can tell from my stance

I’m gonna throw up

Showing a lot of me

Why can’t I grow up

And let the alcohol be?

Now its part of my life

To go to a bar where I’m usually seen

Saturday night, I get slaughtered

Its part of my routine

I hum to myself as I try to get some medicine

I feel like I will drop down dead soon

The room is spinner in a peculiar way

And I look out of my window and realise its day

Everything is clear

I drank my weight in beer

But that was not enough

I drank three vodkas to be tough

But no I didn’t stop there

I’m pulling out my hair

Some rum and coke felt good

They put me in the mood

I’m gonna spew all over this place

I look in the mirror at my pale face

Bloodshot eyes that need a bed soon

But not until I untunefully croon

‘Oh, my god, I can’t believe it

Another night late and out

Now its time to lock my doors

So I can curse and shout’

But now I crawl into bed

Looks like a bird’s nest is on my head

Its very large

Just another Saturday

Another day to make a fool of me

Just another Saturday

I never think what the repercussions might be

Just another Saturday

I always think I’ll never go to that club again

But then I find myself

Wearing a mini skirt and coming back god knows when

Just another Saturday

Another day I’ll have to pay for

Just another Saturday

Here comes the sensation of my vomit hitting the floor

Just another day of fun

A day I’ll drink my sorrows away when it’s begun

Just another Saturday

I stagger out of the cab door

Just another Saturday

I hear my vomit hitting the pavement floor