I feel a blue 'cause i can't sew
There's still a lot of things that i should know
Anyone can guess
I don't know how to press
My saturday clothes
Everyone's goin' home
I feel a little sad to watch them leave
But i'll be cool because i don't believe
The happy times are gone
I can still put on
My saturday clothes
Every warm body knows
I've got to tell you
That was a swell time
So now i'll take the bu*ts away
And put the gla**es on the tray
I'll see you all next saturday
I feel a little off because they're gone
And if my gal were here i'd still be on
But in a week or two
There's lots of things to do
In my saturday clothes
Everyone's gone home
I've got to tell you
That was a swell time
So now i'll take the bu*ts away
And put the gla**es on the tray
I'll see you all next saturday