Hey, you crash a party of your dream
The crowd was artsy, what a scene
You gotta get it while you can
Hey, you dyed your hair you ripped your jeans
Tattooed your a**, what does that mean
Your parents just don't understand
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Oh, you're shaking through the disco
New York, Paris, San Francisco
Oh, oh, oh, my little continental girl, all right
Hey, you're kicking down the boulevard
Feather boa, you're a star
In your private jet set world, all right
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
And while your friends are busy paying on the morning after
Oh yeah
You're drinking your mimosa while you're planning your next social disaster
Yeah
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child
Oh, you're shaking through the disco
New York, Paris, San Francisco
Oh, oh, oh, my little continental girl, all right
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child (child)
Here she comes
Sweet-born Saturday's child, yeah
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes