As usual i�m late, what�s the difference i see the same faces
My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is
I�m shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where i�ve been lately
The tensions multiplying and i�m dying to leave
It�s saturday night and the party�s crawling
Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling
Week after week this is where i�m ending up
It�s saturday night i�m already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row that we�ve broken up
I�m quickly loosing interest
I really hope i find it
This room is like a bottle it�s never full enough
These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces
I�m sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and i�m out of excuses
Are you checking what you�re starting, i beg your pardon
What to do you got up your sleeve
The queen of melodrama and i�m dying to leave
I got dem disease of overanylization
It�s making hard to hold a conversation
People step, expecting proclamations
But i�m saying it, but i�m saying it with an exclamation
This ain�t my scene and it�s saturday night
I�m going to the reggae bar they got it going on
Don�t believe rumors you�ve heard
Till you see me dropping the word, right
It�s saturday night and the bottles calling