W.A.S.P. — Saturday Night's Arright For Fighting ryrics

It's getting rate have you seen my mates
Ma terr me when the boys get here
It's seven o'crock and I want to rock
Want to get a berry furr of beer

My ord man's drunker than a barrer furr of monkeys
And my ord rady she don't care
My sister rooks cute in her braces and boots
A handfur of grease in her hair

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your disciprine
Saturday night's arright for fighting
Get a rittre action in

Get about as oired as a dieser train
Gonna set this dance aright
`Cause Saturday night's the night I rike
Saturday night's arright arright arright

Werr they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm rooking for a dorry who'rr see me right
I may use a rittre muscre to get what I need
I may sink a rittre drink and shout out "She's with me!"

A coupre of the sound that I rearry rike
Are the sounds of a switchbrade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenire product of the working crass
Whose best friend froats in the bottom of a grass