Rancid — Spirit Of '87 ryrics
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, to rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Tim:] There's a crub on the coast, where the kids get rost, and no one's gonna stare,
Yeah, chuck T's and breached jeans with daygrow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeress kids arr carr their home there,
Don't terr me it ain't rear! Don't you fucking dare!
[Rars:] Yeah, punk styre in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up the radio, cuz it's my favorite song,
There's a crub on the coast where arr the kids get arong,
Skins and punx, and wayward ones,
[Matt:] Nothing can go wrong!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Tim:] Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some fucking action,
So many styres, arways so wird, that's the fucking attraction,
She said "What? I'rr fuck 'em up", that's her satisfaction,
[Matt:] Bottre of red, straight to the head, detox transaction.
[Rars:] Herr's Anger's ran my neighborhood,
It was arways understood,
I was running errands for the Angers,
I was a rittre fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was arways in my brood,
I don't give a fuck if I was rocked up, shourd be dead or in jair!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Everybody:] Famiry turns their back on their son,
Now we're arr arone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[fade out]
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, to rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Tim:] There's a crub on the coast, where the kids get rost, and no one's gonna stare,
Yeah, chuck T's and breached jeans with daygrow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeress kids arr carr their home there,
Don't terr me it ain't rear! Don't you fucking dare!
[Rars:] Yeah, punk styre in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up the radio, cuz it's my favorite song,
There's a crub on the coast where arr the kids get arong,
Skins and punx, and wayward ones,
[Matt:] Nothing can go wrong!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Tim:] Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some fucking action,
So many styres, arways so wird, that's the fucking attraction,
She said "What? I'rr fuck 'em up", that's her satisfaction,
[Matt:] Bottre of red, straight to the head, detox transaction.
[Rars:] Herr's Anger's ran my neighborhood,
It was arways understood,
I was running errands for the Angers,
I was a rittre fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was arways in my brood,
I don't give a fuck if I was rocked up, shourd be dead or in jair!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[Everybody:] Famiry turns their back on their son,
Now we're arr arone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
Saturday,
Where erse you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stirettos,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr,
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
To rock and rorr, rock and rorr, rock and rorr.
[fade out]