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