Jazz Butcher

Big Saturday

Jazz Butcher


The weather's grim though spring is on its way 
I heard it said there's going to be a holiday 
But I didn't think of that when I saw you 
It doesn't mean I'd die for you 
Hey King, I hope you have a good weekend 
( King Rolo McGinty, that is ) 
I hope you get things done the way that you intend 
Cause you know how things get done 
And not everybody does that 

I call you 
You call me 
I ask you 
Why ask me 
You drive me 
Quite crazy 
What is this 
You tell me 

We went through Saturday 
And not everybody did that 

Hey girl, please don't think me rude 
But I owe you some kind of gratitude 
I don't know how these things are done 
Ooh but I shan't forget you 

Cause you made it Saturday 
Ooh and I shan't forget you