It's getting late, have you seen my mates?

Ma, tell me when the boys get here

It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock

Wanna get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys

And my old lady, she don't care

My sister looks cute in her braces and boots

A handful of grease in her hair

Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation

Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting

Cause saturday night's the night I like

Ooh

Well, they're packed pretty tight in here tonight

I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right

I may use a little muscle to get what I need

I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

A couple of the sound that I really like

Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike

I'm a juvenile product of the working class

Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

Oh

Saturday night's alright for fighting

Ooh

Oh

Cause Saturday night's alright for fighting

Ooh

Saturday! Saturday! Saturday night's alright, whoo