As usual I'm late, what's the difference I see the same faces My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is I'm shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I've been lately The tensions multiplying and I'm dying to leave (chorus) It's Saturday night and the party's crawling Did you hear the ringing it's the bottles calling Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling Week after week this is where I'm ending up Third weekend in a row that we've broken up It's Saturday night I'm already stumbling I'm quickly losing interest I really hope I find it This room is like a bottle it's never full enough These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces Are you checking what you're starting, I beg your pardon I'm pushing off these walls, your out of beer and I'm out of excuses (chorus) What do you got up your sleeve The queen of melodrama and I'm dying to leave I got a disease of overanylization It's making hard to hold a conversation People step, expecting proclamations But I'm saying it, but I'm saying it with an exclamation This ain't my scene and it's Saturday night I'm going to the reggae bar they got it going on Don't believe rumors you've heard Till you see me dropping the word, right