[1st Verse]
Saturday nights on the town
Cigarette stubs on the ground
Wherever we're going, there's no way of knowing
Sometimes it's good to be wrong
[2nd Verse]
And Saturday nights on the bed
We don't want the feeling to end
We all want to run, where the underdogs run
And we all sing along, sing along
[Pre-Chorus]
I came home a little drunk last night
Tired of being young, tired of being young
I came home a little drunk last night
The things we could have done, the things we should have done
But we don't
[Chorus]
And playing our records, wondering why
We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time
I came home a little drunk last night
[3rd Verse]
And let's flush our guts down the drain
These Saturday nights never change
Let's raise our gla**, to the underdogs, oh yeah
And all sing along, sing along
[Pre-Chorus]
I came home a little drunk last night
Tired of being young, tired of being young
I came home a little drunk last night
The things we could have done, the things we should have done
But we don't
[Chorus]
And playing our records, wondering why
We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time
I came home a little drunk last night
[Bridge]
And, oh, oh, oh
Kids of our time
And, oh, oh, oh
The kids of our time
And, oh, oh, oh
The kids of our time
And, oh, oh, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
I came home a little drunk last night
Tired of being young, tired of being young
I came home a little drunk last night
The things we could have done, the things we should have done
But we don't
[Chorus]
And playing our records, wondering why
We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time
Playing our records
Wondering why
We're sons of our fathers
We're kids of our time
[Outro]
I came home a little drunk last night
Last night