Super Hits Of The '70s: Have A Nice Day [1990] (compilation series) - Saturday Morning Confusion lyrics

Here they come, warming up I hear the pitter patter of little People on the living room rug Woe is me, there goes the TV Now it's Popeye and Bluto Batman and Bozo Don't spill the corn flakes They'll break at lunch break Home from the office Why did I stop to Have a beer with the boys Now my head's 'bout to pop It's a Saturday morning confusion If you think you can sleep, it's illusion 'Cause you'll probably get a rude Intrusion from Harry the dog Harry the dog is as big as can be And Harry the dog had puppies last week We couldn't tell if it's a he Or a she, now we know It's a Saturday morning confusion If I could just get to the bathroom And get a cold rag and an aspirin To help how I feel But here come the twins And they're screaming at me What is the deal and turn off the TV Go ask your mother and quietly Your daddy is ill There he is, cousin Jack You got the leaf rake too Keep at it till I get it all back Hanging round my yard Snooping in my garage I tolerate him because he's my cousin He's nice to the kids And Harry just loves him It's a Saturday morning confusion And if I could just hide in my attic 'Cause I can hear my wife yelling Take 'em all to the show I'll take the whole Neighborhood to the show I'll just walk out in back Where the money tree grows Grab me a handful And off to the show we'll go It's a Saturday morning confusion And if I could just get a transfusion Or maybe go hide in the bedroom Till five o'clock Let it be known that at five the TV Is gonna be tuned to the game of the week And that goes for dogs and twins And the whole family It's a Saturday morning confusion It's a Saturday morning confusion Day is done Cousin Jack, in his yard Cooking steaks on a grill That I'll never get back The twins in front of the TV Harry with his family Sis on her date and Mom at the door Smiles as she surveys the sight For the first time today The kingdom is quiet Lord, let us thank you for Saturdays And may they remain my friends 'Cause I work all week long To keep strong till they're grown And next Saturday then We'll do it again Here they come, warming up I hear the pitter patter of little People on the living room rug Woe is me, there goes the TV...