Van Morrison
Deadbeat Saturday Night
Don’t smoke, don’t drink
Still can’t sleep a wink
No hope, no joke
No flicks with chicks
It ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night
I’m alone, telephone
Virtual reality
It’s no life, no gigs
No choice, no voice
It’s no dice
Deadbeat Saturday night
Meanwhile out in the sticks
It’s more pricks than kicks
Hicks from the sticks
Don’t know what makes them tick
Don’t know what’s next
No work, no play
No busman’s holiday
No show, no way out in sight
It just ain’t right
On this deadbeat Saturday night
Meanwhile out in the sticks
It’s more pricks than kicks
Because those hicks from the sticks
Don’t know what makes them tick
Don’t know what’s next
Don’t smoke, don’t drink
Still can’t sleep a wink
No hope, no joke
No flicks with chicks
It ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night
There’s no work, no play
No busman’s holiday
No dough, no show, no way out in sight
It ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night
It just ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night
It just ain’t right
Deadbeat Saturday night