Help out the microphone, swallow me whole
Tell it to lure me with liquor and soul
I don't need much coaxing but I do need a push
Because I am never that bird without two in the bush
Yours are the prettiest eyes west of me
And the way that you move them when you're on top of me
Sends me a sailing from here to the moon
I always knew that you'd find me
Just didn't figure soon
And oh on Saturday morn, this bed will always be warm
But to love and to lose it and never know why
Dorothy we had it and baby, we just didn't try
Now I am headed back home to my kin
I'll never know when I get to see you again
But if this is what I know it could be
Than that cruel, cruel road couldn't keep you from me
And oh on Saturday morn, this bed will always be yours
But to love and to lose it and never know why
Dorothy we had it and baby, we just didn't try