she's coming today…she's not coming today
she's coming tomorrow…she's not coming tomorrow
she might come on friday…she'll see how she feels
she's coming on saturday
i'm really so happy…i'm really not happy
we're gonna do something…we might not do anything
there're so many movies…she gets lots of headaches
she's coming on saturday
she tried being buddhist, her friends got so angry
she practices yoga and tries to act calm
but no one believes her, they think she's a time bomb
sometimes when she's talking, you'd think i was standing
in the next county… not right next to her
she wishes that high school lasted much longer
she's coming on saturday
she's staring at pictures of hollywood couples
i don't think she owns a hardcover book
i sit and imagine her life without me……
she'll pick out a husband who called her an angel
when neither was sober and the music was loud
they'll buy a tv that takes up the whole room
her husband won't drown her and then try to hide it
by rolling her up in her favorite rug
she won't make the news, not even the local ……
glug, glug, glug
instead i will focus on more of the good things
she's nice to the cat when it stays off the sofa
and now when i kiss her, she might leave the light on
she's coming on saturday
she talks to her mother a lot for a grown up
she puts on her make up to go to the beach
her face doesn't help her when she goes to smile
she hates talking dirty and thinks i'm a pervert
who really doesn't know the first thing about love
i'll take her to dinner, she'll eat next to nothing
but she's coming on saturday
she's coming on saturday
like it or not it seems to work
she's really so empty, i'm really a jerk
we fight like the armenians and the turks
to think that you'd care is a little berserk
and i don't mean to offend with that last turk line
i just needed to come up with some ‘erk' rhyme
on these lines, you can tell i have not spent long
i figure, why start now at the end of the song?
so i'm leaving you here with these two lost souls
who don't deserve a, we'll just call them b-holes
they deserve each other but no more of your time
so i'm freeing you from this conundrum of mine
beause you might not get it, you might not see
what the attraction could possibly be
i'm getting in touch with the masochist in me
and she's coming…she's coming on saturday
shawn pelton…drums
marty ballou…upright ba**
duke levine…guitar
kenny white…piano